at the car wash

The car was on the track;
moving through the stations—
the workers vacuuming, spraying,
waxing, wiping.

And my girls,
ignoring the seating available at the end,
followed the car—
watching through the windows—
jumping from the one to the next—
their excitement palpable.

To the man who, seeing them, smiled,
I said quietly,
“Remember when it was all so exciting?”
He grinned.

But I didn’t say it quite quietly enough!
Having overheard me,
my older daughter
seemed somewhat chagrinned—
embarrassed?

“Remember when it was all so exciting?”
she repeated.

“I do,” I said.

I wish it still were.

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One thought on “at the car wash

  1. Discovery is exciting. Like displays of power, understanding is ambiguous: It can make routine things awe-ful, or it can make the miraculous routine.

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