Editor’s Note: A version of this piece was previously published in the Indiana Voice Journal.
I wake while it’s dark
and lie in bed waiting,
eager to welcome wan rays.
Dawn delays.
I rise, brew coffee, press
my husband’s shirt and pants
as a boys’choir warbles on the radio.
Light lags.
Without warning, sunrise.
Snow turns gray
blue
white.
It’s hard to keep watch
when two-thirds of day
is night.
