I savor their repose
in dusty darkness, before
lifting their window shade to
partner with the light inviting them to the good
morning, while wondering
if it will be, once they slide
out of covers into roles. The sound of drawers
moving in and out to
find the favorite
shirt and a matched sock are making too much noise
for the reluctant brother
curled in the top bunk
who showers down criticisms about what is
“always” done and why,
to start the predicted row over
nothing and everything.