After Last Night

This Morning I woke up

and the birds are still singing

and my children are still softly

snoring 

 

and for a moment

this morning feels like before

This morning my children will

wake up

and the first thing they will tell

me is "I'm hungry!"

This morning my children still

live in before

This morning I will direct them

to boxes of cereal and gallons

of milk we bought in before

This morning my sweet boy will

ask me for seconds

and for a moment

I will pretend I live in before

and I will tell him "yes"

But I stand astride a chasm

that feels too big to bridge

I live firmly in the after

while trying to protect before

for my children