When greening land and the azure sea
had first appeared to bodiless me,

it was naturally quite alluring--
and precipitous down-sloping
was required.

I leveled my sights
and I dove down--

I imagined there--my new life,
emergent forming.

When at last some pre-form-idea me
had touched the ground--shock surprised,
I sprung up and I flew again.

My mother-to-be
could have been but was not
in the least alarmed.

I sensed her nearby
smiling.

Below me, seawave
collapsed into seawave,

wide ocean surfaces
flashed fields of whitecaps,
each one existing only for an instant.

So brief it is to be alive, I know this is true!
Yes Yes! Adventure
be assigned to me!

In my own way I breathed in.
I was arriving.

In my own way I breathed out.
Home.