Playgroup

Milling about with the other parents
Tired and slightly bored
We're here partly for ourselves

Space to let our defences drop
In the serenity
Of communal eyes

A time for half rest
Where fears are allayed
Cars
People
Predators

Other children can only harm so much

Swarms of looming parents
Communal dependence
Communal toys

Worn by countless tiny hands
Faded by time and the elements

The little uns don't mind
They don't know any better

This is their playgroup

We know full well

This is peace