In the fast food restaurant
out of the corner of my eye
sat a man, scruffily bearded
like you
with a baby carrier
and a woman, eating lunch together,
not unlike we were
just across the aisle.
The man had on a baseball cap
and would gaze into the car seat every few minutes
so much so
that he woke the baby up.
I know he did it on purpose
so he could hold the child
feed him
and tell him in an unhurried tone
that he was there.
As he lifted the child from the carrier
my attention turned toward the child’s toes
clothed in terry blue pajama feet
reminding me
of so long ago, our
now tall and brilliant son
kicking to the beat
of waking.
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