Our bed abandoned earlier than normal.
The bed pillows piling in the corner chair each night.
Seen under an earlier than normal light.
An explorer setting off to his tasks.
Earlier than normal.
The house, so quiet. Just the cicadas on the other side of the window.
One yellow canary finally settling after so much early singing.
One yellow dog breathing in a cold marble entry floor. Dreaming.
One father to work.
Two girls backpacked, fed and brushed on the early bus.
Two boys, backpacked, geared for afterschool activities, fed and hand-combed on the later bus.
One young lady still sleeping in this house. For now.
One baby back to bed after enough exploration. Eagerly to bed.
And a mother. Thinking of what the quiet might bare.
Thanking the early.