Enjoying a Moment

We sit in a parking lot full
of dance moms and dads.
All with running engines,
face masks dangling from our ears,
ever ready for the mad dash
to the door to collect
our little girls and boys
before they can be too exposed
to the outside air.

We sit in a parking lot,
silently, side-by-side.
My wife in the passenger seat,
earphones in, watching videos
that make her snort
when the laugh surprises her.
Myself, typing poems in a tablet,
looking around for inspiration
in the simplest of things.
 
We sit in a parking lot,
just the two of us,
decompressing from a day
of work from home desks
and loaned computers,
from reaffirming the words of teachers,
correcting inattentiveness,
listening to constant chatter
of grade schoolers
as we try to take notes
from teleconferences
we may have to report on.

We sit in a parking lot full
of dance moms and dads,
silently, side-by-side,
just the two of us,
enjoying a moment.

Tony Daly

If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Tony Daly would be pleased to hear them.