Unknown

I see the road stretch before me,
Winding like a dusty river,
And disappearing between
Lush green hills.

I hear an eagle's call,
While it wheels overhead,
Haughty, proud, and distant,
Black against the blue sky.

I taste the cool air
Blowing in off the road
Enticing me forward
With its sweet flavor.

I feel a breeze brush my cheeks
And I close my eyes,
Lifting my face
Into its soft embrace.

I smell the dust from the road
And the grass from the hills
Overpowering the safe familiar
Scent of home.

I sense the pull of the road,
Beckoning me forward,
Promising the world.
And I step out the door
Out of safety and into the unknown.