Reading In Bed And Other Travels

Stuck in my bed for the odd month or three,
With nothing but books to accompany me.

I've travelled in time, heard Abraham Lincoln,
Flown to the future, saw Earth's mass-extinction.

I've watched as Charles Dickens grew tales of two cities,
Then saw them revolting amid love and pity.

I've followed old Ahab as he chased the whale,
And laboured with thoughts from Wilde's Reading gaol.

Considered the rope from which Crippen once dangled,
And Kennedy's death from all possible angles.

I've danced with the wolves and the Sioux on the prairie,
And back with Abe Lincoln and his wife 'dear Mary'.

It seems that no matter where I go in my head,
I return, though refreshed, still stuck in my bed.