In the quiet early diffuse dawn,
the coffee wafts, our son laughs,
and the stovetop murmers on:
this is our process now
for handling the morning,
for lifting shoulders from their laying long.
In the silent first before the yawn,
the eyes are rebels,
the mind unlevel,
and our son says his banana is all gone:
this is our mechanism for managing
the quiet early diffuse dawn.