I have a very complicated transmission…

I have a very complicated transmission…
I have torque when I want to pull my butler in a different direction…
I have a gear for cruising…
And of course, I have multiple gears for reverse…

However, my moods never shift with the weather…
I move with an easy grace…
Always looking for kind eyes…
You know, eyes like yours.

I move with the exuberance of bloom…
Retiring in the same order…
Whenever I see something new, I ask…
What kind of dance is this?

You may ask….

Why so many gears in reverse?
Whether you know it or not I am always returning…
To the one who has made me…
To my forever home.

So, with a bound into the air…
Picturing the donut that almost was…
I seal the punctures from all my stupid ideas…
And go full speed toward the blue until there is not a spot of blackness.

I love you,

Annie