No Reading Tonight

Sitting on the bed is
like winning the lottery;
the pillows beckon and
the fetus I sometimes am
will curl and sigh.
The book at my bedside beckons,
also, with insight and grace.
The poet I am sighs.
Carefully, I place my glasses
on William Stafford’s name and
lie down on my side.
When the light is gone I see
that I am humble enough for this day.

way it isBooks

(book cover: Greywolf Press; stack:

About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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3 Responses to No Reading Tonight

  1. I’m playing catch up on my reading. Long day.

  2. Sigh
    ..very tender

    In breath

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