One Hour

It's noon
And I'll have one hour.
A sweet, quiet moment
(Actually 3,600 seconds)
With no shouts of
I need, I want or No.
My Yes hour
My Anything hour.
Boys are outside,
She's napping.
And I find
A sunny spot,
Drag the beanbag over
To catch the heat.
It's 7degrees outside,
Toes warm in here.
Then,
As the smoke
From our woodstove
Disappears
Into the cold January air,
It's gone.
Hour's up!
Voices fill the house
Gradually like wispy snow
Generating motion,
A snowstorm.
One hour and
Kids in, Game's on,
Go Seahawks!