I crank open the door, pivot in my seat
and place my feet on the floor. I untie my shoe laces
and feel the blood begin to circulate towards my toes.
The car is easing into its occupied space, chimes, gentle thuds
and creaks of kinetic energy slowly ease.
I feel the gravel displace beneath my feet, debris sticking to the sole
of my shoe.
My fingers clasp around my keys, index finger rubbing
against the cool metal and my middle finger teasing the key ring.
I place it in the door, turning it slowly until the mechanism clicks.
The car door opens,
feet twist and crack earth beneath my feet
tides of red rush towards digits
but still I stand, waiting for the blooded headedness
to ease up.
The keys clink outward from pocket
destined for its other half.