morning

There is something soothing
about dimly lit rooms
in early morning
Something good
in waiting through the gentle bubbling sound
of the coffee pot percolating
the first of the day's coffee
When you are curled up on the old sofa
noticing the soreness in your legs
from yesterday's hard labors
There is holiness 
in the solitude of a Tuesday
before the baby cries
before your daughter peels herself from bed
before your husband makes his way down the old staircase