dawn

right before dawn they rise
taps on the shoulder, a shake of a body
it is silent
footsteps echo on the wood stairs
coffee is poured and cups clink
bare feet on wood
a creaky door opens and closes
outside
the sun rises
they’re looking the wrong way
they are not looking at the sun
they watch as he comes over the hill
father
man of house
she hands him his coffee
black
they smile and turn
the sun is rising
they are together