A picture falls off the wall

It’s 4:07 a.m. 

An unusual cough from the monitor

Followed by 40 minutes of flailing,

Flogging, fear and loathing, 

And finally a plea for a sign 

That it will be okay 


It’s that cough again, then again

The baby’s throwing up 

Again and again 

We wait it out on the couch

The sickness passes as

Daylight saving peaks 

No answer

But fatigue has a way of numbing 

It down