First steps a doozy

Morning

Gravity swells and rears its fearsome head

here in the unmoored hours before dawn

a sea monster of such vast proportion

asleep, submerged but for this sweeping bite

of scaly nape.  A ginger probe with one 
half blind toe, reassuring beyond all

reason.  Blithe as a tick on the hind end

of a surly cur I set off searching

for the mornings  first cup of muddy blood

a staggering baby, my rendezvous

with immutable law fast approaching.