Reading Myself to Sleep in My Hometown of Manhattan

( after Billy Collins )  

I look forward to enlightenment as I am about to  
retire to a bedroom in a master suite overlooking  
the upper Manhattan skyline of lights that remain  
burning while I plan to sail in a glorious sendoff.  
A snifter of brandy helps to set aside anticipation  
of watching fireworks at midnight from forty floors,  
to put me on track the choice of leather I’ll read.  
A soft swish of diaphanous curtains sway across  
from stem to stern with a click by remote control  
in a city’s lull of harbor lights and boats docked full.  
The other sounds subside to permit I scan pages  
while serenely letting me drift within the book’s  
intent to take my mind and breath away up river,  
and around the first bend of a fantasy solidified  
as I exhale the way a river sighs and starts to drift  
along the sultry wake of turning pages floating by.  
To entice I tip into the underlife slipping on endless,  
sinking into the luxury of letting go, the book to fall  
as I travel through adventures that will never exist,  
and the fish take me back as liners pass by Liberty.  
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Published | Edited 15th Feb 2020
Author's Note
Inspired by Billy’s poem “Reading Myself to Sleep”
for the Classic Corner Billy...
Inspired by Billy’s poem “Reading Myself to Sleep”
for the Classic Corner Billy Collins tribute: “Paradelle Universes”, cohosted by Ahavati & JohnnyBlaze.
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