"Just A Minute"

I rose early, as I do, with special assistance from one of the cats. Apparently I didn't get the memo that breakfast had been moved up to 5 am. Well okay. After seeing to my duties I made the coffee, went up to the roof deck and inhaled sea air, beheld the sunrise, practiced tai chi. Phyllis was up when I returned. We sat in the living room drinking coffee together, settling into the morning. 'I like this 'she said, handing me a book of poetry, Mary Oliver's Why I Wake Early, opened to a poem, "Just a minute" said a voice . . . I loved the moment, the coffee, the poem, its last line:  'For the rest I would keep you wondering.'