Squibnocket Morn

The sun porch…
Which, in the morning, is bathed in the sunlight diffused by ocean waves
and reflected up and off of the rising bluff…
prepares for it’s roll as the daytime center of the house.

Warming the cool October afternoons enough
to entice reclining readers to sleep rather than plow onwards,
it holds the warmth long past the point at which darkness falls on this end of the island.

And there is consequently a scramble at the end of the day
to gather books and blankets and knitting and Chilmark Chocolates,
which have accompanied the daytime seekers of solace,
and now must be moved into the room with the fireplace
to avoid the evening’s chill
or the “M” word’s tiny rodential trespassings.

With just the two of us,
the jigsaw puzzle can be left out there on the picnic table for days
and the pillows can be maneuvered into individually specific and undisturbed bio-forms.
The windows can be left open to catch the next morning’s breeze.
And the book can be left open
to the page most recently interrupted
by the call of the sea.