The Way It Is
"Just one sleepless night with love..."
Up, unwilling,Out of sleep’s sensuous pit,Again, the cry, thin, tentative,Third, this night? Fourth?Wifely form slumbers on.Up, cold night air slaps bare chestStagger on bed-weary legsOne hand to pat infant backOther gropes around squalling baby-face,Sleep-warm, smooth skin, sticky maw of mouth.Hard,...