Reading

Reading is, to me, a pleasure,
Something I will always treasure.
It’s the way I start my day
When I’m at home or far away.

A novel takes me to a place
Where I am in a different space,
Absorbed in lives I’ve never known
With other problems than my own.

The New York Times brings me the news
Which in my poems I often use
And magazines on trains, I’ve found,
Help me forget I’m underground.

Of all the reading that I do,
The one I savor, through and through,
Is done aloud with heed supplied
By grandchild sitting by my side.