i sit with
the slumber of others
the hum of the fan
warming our home

the solitude
is like an interloper
the quiet, like a
temporary reprieve

soon there will be clamor
and brilliant light
as my daughter resists the day;
then the slow rumble
as my son is unearthed
from the bed covers
only to pace and think
about what life means

then it returns,
the sudden quiet
now in the light
where work must


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