Perfect Place to Sit

Because this is the perfect place to sit, 

I don’t care how long she browses in this throw back store.

Let her pick up every trinket,

Examine every t shirt,

Consider every jam,

Read every greeting card,

Reminisce about piece of penny candy in the display case

And feel a bit younger, 

While walking through a personal and individual museum of our childhoods.

I enjoy it nearly as much but not nearly as long.

She will recall more, celebrate, feel joy and sadness.

Meanwhile I will sit here as long as she needs to be in there.

Perhaps I will strike up a conversation with old townie sitting on the next bench.

Or watch the sparrow slipping in an out of top of the porch.

Or write a poem. 

In this

Perfect place of this moment.