Putting mind in first gear,
I prance and romance
moment.
Senses heighten
spiraling into breath.
Eyes focus,
as light integrates dark of night.
Dancing steps
grace my steady pace,
Gentle of voice mergers
with precious birds.
New baby day emerges
as if I be chick hatched
from fertile egg.
An egg born of universe.
Born to sing song of gratitude.
First poem of the day. saw the word gear and it insired me.