04-13-2024, 06:27 AM
I want a book
that wraps me like a blanket
on a wet January morning, while mother
stirs the tea. I want a book
like tea and spicy fritters
on a rainy day. I want a book
whose covers conceal a universe
of strange belonging.
I am tired of travel.
I'll never go to Chad,
and Ecuador bores me. I have seen the world
through practical eyes. Jerusalem
undid me. The sands
of lost Cretaceous seashores I see in my mind
and half remember
The Sands of Time
by P Schuyler Miller
and a summer long ago.
that wraps me like a blanket
on a wet January morning, while mother
stirs the tea. I want a book
like tea and spicy fritters
on a rainy day. I want a book
whose covers conceal a universe
of strange belonging.
I am tired of travel.
I'll never go to Chad,
and Ecuador bores me. I have seen the world
through practical eyes. Jerusalem
undid me. The sands
of lost Cretaceous seashores I see in my mind
and half remember
The Sands of Time
by P Schuyler Miller
and a summer long ago.