day

there is a moment- some mornings.
   often fleeting,
   seldom lasting.
and just for a blink,
my mind forgets the rush.
for a breath or two,
   sipping coffee,
   pouring cereal,
i rest.
no longer in bed,
the news doesn't broadcast here.
wireless has no reception.
sit. wait. regardless.
the chaos cometh.

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