In Florida land

Minnesota (me) has been meeting Florida (my beloved*s family) for years now, after Christmas.  No one ever gets up much before noon.  This year we are all in various stages of the respiratory crud.  This year sleeping counts as a good thing.  Next year I think three things: a shorter trip, a motel, and I will be a named driver on the rental car.

In Florida land

No one gets up before noon

Except perhaps

me.

This year I carefully read

The book on listening.

I hear different things

Between the pages:

Sounds of a house

Asleep;

Sighs of the daughter,

She opted to sleep

On the sofa

Instead of the collapsed

Blow-up mattress;

Husband breathing

breathing

breathing

Still asleep.

Me out of sight

And sound

And anyone*s mind

In the corner.

This is a longer trip

To Florida land.

No one gets up here

Before noon.