Drive

Hands grip lightly
feet tapdance slowly
giving permission
to the eager beast
beneath the bonnet

hand and eye dance
mind sharp and precise
and yet there are parts
of the journey
I don't remember

radio talks to me
sings to me
tells me everything is alright

dash-board's soft glare
the distant pair of eyes in the mirror
the world slips past outside

A smooth fast dreaming.