Not Yet

I enter the living-room unbothered
by yesterday’s jumble, reaching for a bit
of solitude, leaving the towels abandoned
in rosette piles – and breathe the sunshine
that’s beginning to expand this living space.

Soon, but not usually until I rouse them –
the kids will flop there and there, eat toast
and there, my husband will enjoy his second cup…

But not yet,     not yet,      not yet

© 2016  Laurel Archer

Fourth poem in NaPoWriMo series — prompt, Peace of Mind