There is a Time to Rest

This morning is dark
and quiet so I think
This is what mornings ought to be.
This is what mornings are in my house
but I so often sleep through them.

Often when I wake, my son is also awake
so we jump right into the afternoon.
To him
the morning brings time to run free of the shackles that hold his night.
Morning: a time to giggle, shout and jump.

My son rejoices with all his voice and body.

I am a quieter soul.
I relish time to sit still with my thoughts,
with my heartbeat,
with this weight in my stomach.
The quiet of this morning minute provokes me to sit and so I do
rest.