As the meet swap approaches
along with it anxiety, my forever friend.
The taste of time out.
A pause in the persistent parenting pulse.
The moment after exchange,
all anticipation free falls into suspension.
Relief, rest and relaxation
as if winded.
What remains is a quiet, pouting, pondering emptiness.
Action is shallow.
Thought is deep.
It takes a moment to regain, review, revive.
So it goes, the pick up, drop off.