The gentle creak of the suspension
as i settle into the drivers seat,
the sharp click of the key
as it turns in the ignition,
releasing the steering lock
the metallic cough of the engine,
as it starts up from rest
the reassuring rumble
as it draws in fuel and kicks in..
Ready for the drive
the muted thud of the gears,
as the stick-shift is slotted
into first the crunch of mud
under the tyres.
As we start moving,
man and car
the silent brush of the leaves,
as I pass a branch that hangs low
the startling squawk of the horn.
As i approach the intersection
the rhythmic thump of music
from the sports car that whizzes
by, the protesting squeal of brakes
as I swerve to avoid a careless pedestrian,
the loud beat of my heart as i try to calm down,
having missed him narrowly.
The ungodly cacophony at the busy traffic signal,
the incessant honking of the jeep
at the far end of the tail-back,
at the traffic light the insistent tap
at the window, as a pair of eyes peer in, hoping for alms.
The smooth swoosh of the wind at the window,
as I gather speed on the highway
the sharp swish from the puddle,
as the tyres race through the murky rainwater.
The heavy grunt of the boot,
as I go over the monstrous speed-breaker
the slow ticking of the engine as it cools down,
out-of-breath after the ride
the sigh of resignation as I step out,
having seen myself through another day.