Our Afternoons

I count nicks on the spaceship
as you smile, manning controls
outside of the outlet store
while your mother naps at home.

You soar, a brave astronaut
with orders to examine
imagined planets abroad.

I relate to the distance.

Not noticing who's with you
these afternoon vanquishments,
you, son, conquer galaxies,
not wanting of love or sleep.

If you want to ride again,
I will put more quarters in.