I went out to the hazel wood,
drawn by the elaborate nomenclature,
of its trunks, branches, and leaves,
as if something stirring in the wind
called to my soul.
Because a fire was in my head,
I totally needed to find a path,
never before taken through these woods;
yet, to my utter dismay, every way
was already trodden with footsteps
of my predecessors.
Until the woods opened up
to a grove swept clean of the debris
from past ages, raked clean
by some heavenly angel,
who with tears, showed pity
towards me and my destiny.
For, I always search
within and without,
above and below
for a place to go,
that I can call home.