I put the kettle on
and stand beside the sink.
There’s time to wipe the counter,
time to check the phone,
time to start one more thing.

Instead I watch the window
for the small changes in the light.
A cloud moves on.
The edge of the counter brightens.

The kettle clicks.
I get a cup from the cupboard
and let the rest of the morning
arrive while the tea cools.