Marriage: Early Morning
Morning, gray mist,
caressing warm mug,
rich coffee steam,
senses alert but soothed,
peaceful moment,
quiet moment,
almost, not quite, silent,
like a kitten softly purring.
Clank of glass!
Clink of china!
Rattle of flatware!
Slam of dishwasher door!
Why must she do this now?
Every nerve jarred and
stretched like a rubber band
just before it breaks.
My ears hurt!
How could two people have
such different rhythms
after decades
together?
“Please,” I want to say,
“Please . . . .”
Like some cat mewling
for its morning kibble.
“Please, can’t we enjoy
the morning’s silence?”
But, no. Best to endure,
just a moment . . .
or ten . . . or twenty.
Over, it will be over,
sometime . . . soon?
– by C Eric Funston, 10 September 2014
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