at 2:47am
silence
gifts
reprieve
though
stillness
has its own
small
sounds
that surround
the space
create
the quiet
the orchestrated layers
of steady
cricket wings
in grass
a distant rooster
yearning
in the trees
the muffled
foam
of surf
a mile
away
the Bohemian
breathing
sleep
near
my ear
here
the slightest
soundless
breeze
lifts
the curtain
one lone car
passes
on the road
these
subtle sounds
all shaping
quiet
It’s all bubbling up
fizzing air
lifting
tickling
effervescent levitation
the Bohemian’s parents arrive from Czech in nine days
we wed in twenty-four
I wake
wondering
if Jeb will ever
memorize
eight plus six
fourteen
he soon will be
and he won’t
care anymore
if I
watch him
attempt
skate board tricks
no more
hearing
“Mom! Ok, watch this one!”
right
now
I can stand
by the plumeria tree
observe
his goofy foot
push offs
and ramp jumps
while my head’s
half-way between
tomorrow’s oil change
and
tonight’s dinner
oh
the wake up call
from an eight year old
mom, watch this
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