Even Though 

We were sitting in our armchairs,

feet up, blankets over legs,

watching a DVR on TV,

and when it ended and I deleted it,

the cable box defaulted to Americana music,

John Fogarty singing “Don’t You Wish It Was True,”

 

and simultaneously,

Carol’s toes and mine started

tapping—well, not really tapping,

there was nothing actually to tap against,

just wiggling the blankets.

 

Carol noticed the synchronism before I did,

and said, “This is how old people dance,”

and we both laughed. Even though

it wasn’t the least bit funny,

we had a good laugh.

Both of us.

Together.