We are staying in the same motel this year as we did last year and the ten years before that. I hold these hours precious. The time together and the time apart. One sleeps in upstairs, one is writing emails, another sleeps in across town. Me? I find a comfy leatherette lounge chair across from the sign-in desk.
I sit in familiar space.
Breakfast is just as it was
Last year
And the year before that.
The daughter sleeps in
Behind
Do Not Disturb.
This year it reads
Quiet Please.
I have even found
A comfy lounge chair
In the lobby.
Here I write.
We do not have to be anywhere
Until this afternoon.
I breathe in and out,
Write,
Consider the day.
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