Out of the nest

All allure when first I met you,
Immense and grave you drew me in
My mother ship
My frontier adventure
My sole companion in the art of the new,
And like baby to breast I took hard to you.

But later you soured, you dried up
You cast me off to practice
Being small.
You were dying and I didn’t know it
But now I do and I thank you
For sending me away so as not to die with you.

I am a stranger in this new land
With nothing to worship
And nothing to guide me
And nothing to enjoy
But my freedom.