Throw Off This Earth

We wear this earth and bear the heft of stones glacier-galled, polished by eons of slow crawl toward far-too-distant views which call us from our blue thin-air shell, this shallow soil where -- weak -- the hold of roots restrain. We struggle to break free from such restricting strata -- to expand, as bubbles rise and glisten -- to throw off this world -- to emerge new-born from natal egg and -- freed -- to flee among the stars.