It's some time around 3 a.m.
when a rustle, soft moan
and sharp cough
sit me bolt upright in bed.
Mom knows these sounds.
She stirs momentarily in her sleep,
then burrows deeper into the pillows.
But I am not connected as well.
I lack the internal psychic bond a mother has
to filter out the transient sounds
a newborn makes at night.
So I listen carefully,
energized with alarm
waiting for another noise,
any noise, to come from the crib.
When I hear my baby's intake of breath
followed by a soft exhalation,
only then can I lie back down
and drift back into peace -
until Daddy's new alarm clock
awakens me again.
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