the kids
are happily snoring
coffee beckons
as i read about
mythological
murderers
to try and satiate
the itching
at the back of
my brain

stories brew
while i allow
the words time
to steep
unwilling to write
simply content
to love her
and her wildflower smile
as the day lazily
stretches on

i feel the
rumblings of a
headache threaten
so i uncage
the frantic canary
and let it flit
around the room
unbound for now
to soak up sun
before the clouds
smother hope
and i settle back
into the malaise