The Still Small Moment

I sit down before my keyboard
the light hits my grateful bear
resting against the shadow of a magic eight ball
drawing an image on the wall

The morning light illuminates my screen, for a moment
lighting the the dust on the display
it illuminates edge of a matrix
with its background of a wave

In the still small moment
of an early morning wednesday
my daughter is downstairs
complaining about the cold
my wife is talking to herself
and I've done all my chores
a 26.2 sticker's on my window
backlit against the sunrise

and then it hits me like a bullet
right between the eyes
I may be going to hell in a bucket
but at least I'm enjoying the ride