The Sweet Hour

Comes for every animal
That needs and knows how to rest,
The cat stretched out like a sphinx,

The teenaged daughter browsing
Old photograph collections
In pajamas on the couch,

The snowy-bearded father
Nodding off in pools of light.
The sweet hour is boredom

Sieved through fine companionship,
That doesn’t always need talk
Or engineered distractions,

Double-sieved through surrender
To hunger for surrender.