A Gate

We wait
Ticket number 312
A gate
Once they call that number
And she passes through
An eye exam
Written test
Picture snapped
Signature recorded
A plastic card is given
And just like that
She is set free
To learn the signs and signals
The ways to navigate
Out on the open road
Winding and free
Windows down
Summer air filled with honeysuckle smells
Music plays
To the tune of her almost grown heart