Church attendance is up—
the parking lot is packed.
People wait with anxious faces,
day-worn and dreary in the early evening cold,
eager to receive the warm comfort
of a meal they didn’t make,
a bit of tender nourishment
amidst the hectic rush
and flow of pandemic worries…
I watch them as I walk by to pick up my daughter from ballet,
these people united though apart,
their cars waiting in line
at Church’s Chicken.