This Precious Moment

I smell fresh light wafting 

near this dissolving darkness

I hear its faint ringing,
the second hand ticking
while the refrigerator hums

and the distant driver drones

I tensely anticipate 

the first tweet to ripple the silence,
a tentative answer,
an assertive reply,
a confident rejoinder,
the ensuing cacophony of chirps,

and
the distant driver cross fading 

into the morning commute.

So,
right now,
in the warmth
of this darkness,

before
the tiniest
glimmer
glints,

before
the bubble of dawn 
creeps in
and blasts it away,

before
it's burned
in the cold cruel reality of
all consuming light,

I'm holding onto this

precious moment