At 5:30 a.m.
with the baby stirring in his crib and
the dog and cat insisting
it's their time to be fed,
the quiet of the house
is soon to turn to unquiet.
In the meantime,
I'll turn up the heat
on the coffee pot upon the stove
and relish a moment or two
before all hell breaks loose.
Heaven comes in
five minute spurts
of solitude
before the house awakes.
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