86/365: parking lot sunrise

Not quite ready to go into the office,
I sit in my mini van
listening to poetry,
chewing over the poet's voice.

When I notice the sun
is breaking the horizon
I realize I had driven in the dark
drinking coffee from a steel mug
the audiobook playing,
everything on automatic.

As I watch the sun making that first sprint
over the trees and buildings
another car parks along side me.
I hear the driver slam his (or her) door,
but I'm thinking about the moment,
and s/he's already gone.