It can take time to get

My inner people moving in the morning

Like an old car on a cold frosty day

Where the windows have to be

Scraped and brushed

Meticulously

then the engine starts

Sometimes with several turns of the key

In order for a breath of life to start

The action of working in my mind

Where cogs turn

And fingers hit the keys

The frost and mist melting before my eyes

And the sun pours through

As the people begin to move

The spark flies and the engine kicks in

And they become busy

one at a time

Sometimes altogether

Talking fighting

Crossing swords

All vying for my attention

To rave race and capitulate

Things to do

Things to say

As the engine idles

And the car moves off

Finally going at full bore

Occasionally hiccupping or swerving on ice

Launching itself into a brand-new day

Full of expectation

Looking for those kindnesses that may never come

Though somehow a sliver of hope slips in

and the people no longer fight

when they drive the car in unison

Never stopping

Until it reaches its destination

At the end of day