There is a space between night
and morning. If I close my eyes
I can see it like the gap between the slats
of a picket fence.
I take an accounting. A ticking
off of all the good in my world.
A woman child sound asleep
in an adjacent room, cats
and dogs curled around my body.
It is best when I wake before
the alarm. I can slip down in the
cover and fill that space
between night and morning with
sighs of contentment.