Ignition

My car awakens.

The instrument cluster pours light into the cabin;

transitioning from a silent tomb to a caged storm.

The RPM surges, searching for that calm called idle.

Moments pass, and the gear engages; 

a new cog caught in the teeth of forward motion.

I awaken.

Consciousness floods my senses;

to the helm of command.

My thoughts rev high, until they settle into steady control.

Moments pass, and I step out the door;

a new day locked into gear.

Steel and flesh, sharing the same ignition:

pistons and pulses, circuits and synapses.

Bound by direction, fueled by intent.

We accelerate to arrive until both engines seize:

alone on the shoulder as the road forgets us.