4:46 am

In the morning,
early,
coffee is not yet ready,
the dark,
the idle, occasional
“plunk”
of a left-over rain
soft and easy
most of the night.

It is times like these when
one resents the whirr of a refrigerator,
the ticking of a clock,
a creak of floor.

Ah…sweet silence
wrap us up and warm us
just a tiny
while.