Naturally, at four.

I was, at first, perturbed  
to be awake at four in the morning,  
stalling to make a warm cup of milk and glass of water  
for a daughter who'd be no more grateful than a wasp, if saving.
 
Finished the act, stumbled, into the spare room to wait for the call  
to action yet distraction came in the exploration of you,  
and a keen ear pricked up to the dawn chorus outside.  
 
Closed eyes, absolved myself of previous rage  
and in place indulged in this stage of day  
I'd usually miss, stroke my wrists, feel the weight of my spine, dine of the most varied music of this early morning.
 
Looked up, noticed an aging sliver slit upon the sky emerging from dull blue clouds
that shrouded it from view previous in this humid, light morn,  
this dawn - it is everything I needed  
and as I wander back to bed, I've succeeded her, she sleeps. I yawn.