My family and I were filing in to the row 

Where our tickets said that we should sit.

We had purchased them late,

And so were interspersed with others

Who were already seated.

My lot came to sit next to the dad

Of one of my classmates.

When I sat down on the wooden bleacher,

A short support snapped on one side,

Sliding me right up next to him,

And his arm came down right around me, automatically.

I felt both of us stiffen momentarily.

I felt him start to move his arm.

"Leave it there," I whispered.

"Just one more minute. Please."

We both exhaled,

And both thoroughly enjoyed

An awkward, and probably very inappropriate feeling,
A minute of excitement and the strange bliss

Of being in the right place at the very right time.

-jenn