Little Hours

K.K. Adams

Selected by Kent Lasnoski, Associate Editor

Lying heavy in my bed
I hear the murmured
whimper of a son
lauding his hunger
in the darkness
and, opening one eye,
see the hour—3 a.m.

I will arise,
hoisting my heaviness
out of the warmth
of my bed,
to keep this vigil,
to be a comforter,
to invite another in.

Karen K. Adams lives with her husband and five children in Mukono, Uganda. She educates her children at home, keeps chickens, and is a sometime lecturer in philosophy at Uganda Christian University.

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