As I go, I am amazed,
And glad this car
Can drive itself.
I'm baffled by
The way it knows
To turn so gradually
And to accelerate
Up this ramp,
Then merge onto the turnpike.
I am vaguely aware of its prowess
As I enter a song that plays
On the car stereo,
Just as one would enter a ballroom
For the first time.
The lights, the glitter, the cologne,
Of all the men and women who came to dance before
Lingers in the heightened atmosphere.
I twirl in the strobing patterns on the floor
And wait for you.
You appear suddenly
And in a tux,
And we dance.

And now the song is over,
And I'm home,
And I don't remember ever touching the steering wheel.

-jenn