A poem to ponder for a moment, thoughts in dance form:
Floppy stubborn child
Collapsing onto the dirty floor,
For our audience of cashiers and consumers
Pausing I ponder my options,
Then I strike and lift her up
Out of the metallic canyon
So she too can witness the vast parade of daily humanity.
I am prepared
My mind calm and ready for the expected struggle.
Instead,
There is calmness.
Her warm silky cheek against mine.
We are together
In love
Surrounded by the checkout woman with her black dyed hair and garish Christmas sweater,
The Indian man reminded of his own children before they grew strange and distant.
The mother with her baby, critiquing my actions play by play.
We flow past it
We are good in this moment
We are happy.
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