First Thing in the Morning

I listen.
I listen and wait.
                      I wait.

Silence welcomes day's first light
lapping at my bedroom window.

Skin nests into soft sheets, blanket's weight
snuggles the curve of my back.

Air generously offers itself to every breath
and caresses my cool cheeks.
A thought comes, followed by another.

I remember to listen.
I listen and wait.
Listening listens.
Waiting waits.

Heart beats,
breath breathes.

You are the stillness 
                   inside me, 
                        around me.
I am newly born.

I love these quiet moments with you.


Carol Barrow
March, 2017