Parking Lot

In our topsy-turvy pandemic world where facts are lies and conspiracy theories rule, the best spots of the commuter parking lot nearest the platform are empty, but the worst spots are full. There the cars are packed in tight rows, hood to trunk, with no space in between. This is storage, not short term. Frozen in some limbo. In between where they came from and where they are to go. They look like they are waiting. Do they wait for something to end or something to start? There can be hope in waiting. If not just to reach the end.