They cherish that space between
the pensive and the performance
Before the bells of flatware
or the press of bathroom doors
Before the questions and requests
the lists and laundry
The space they share with only the
slow maneuver of light
Willing to slip from beneath
the warmth of covers
Avoiding the creak of bones and stairs
stealth among the silence
That ephemeral space between
The dark and the light
before the rising calls
and beckons her to duty
This article appears in June 2010.
