Reading in the sun is,
for me,
an action.
Not unlike the lifting of heavy logs
from the Esopus creek
and laying them on top of one another
to build one’s home.

Different only in what the poet’s write
is true and good work.

I want to be a reader
always in the sun,
until my skin is brown and the pages of my books are
washed with light.
I want to work for that,
work at that so long as the day permits,
and rest my sore body at day’s end

Rest my entire body so that I can use it
when tomorrow’s book cracks open with the dawn.

© 2011

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