poeming after winter break ends

Silence returns to my day. 
A few hours of silence, where
I can sit and think and dream. 

Yes, this unfolding. 
Yes, this dreaming. 
Yes, this hibernating. 
Yes, this not-mom time. 

Silence has returned to my day. 
Just a few hours, where I can rest 
before my son comes home,
ready for our next adventure. 

After the silence,
I am ready 
for adventure, too.

Ebb and flow.