little-foot-soles
set the morning
like a breeze. the sound
of shapes willed into being.
pencil-across-paper-sounds
scissors-sounds—
something’s being colored in.
(my husband stretches in his mammal-
patterned pajamas,
moos then falls back to sleep.)
my favorite sound
as a child was the nah-nah-nah
of my grandparents talking
in the other room as I sleep.
now it’s little feet.
you might think it a holiday
by their sound.
little-foot-soles
slap the morning
like a moo.
little-foot-soles under covers
in the triple-hearted-morning,
little-foot-soles for a cuddle with
crumbed feet.
my husband
in his balloon-
patterned pajamas,
(he’d like me to mention he’s been working late) stretches
then falls back to sleep.