LPiA-23 Nov. 3

[brynmawr1]

It began surreptitiously
under a cavern of covers
 
lit within spelunking deep
and beyond a widening dawn
 
then daringly I read with
the dark living under my bed
 
now I settle with a cat curled
in the lap of an oversized chair
 
or, in the sun, blanket and book,
dog nuzzling my elbow's nook to play
 
Once, though, I read in a secret place
held in the shadow of a lover’s embrace
 
Tonight I read until the pages
cover my eyes; drifting
 
on a tempest sea I dream
and dream, and dream.