the easy chair

because it's there
is not a line, a phrase
i can ever imagine
leaving my mouth. to climb
that icy mountain,
to take that leap
from a plane, those
burning coals to be
walked upon, to wrestle
sharks or hunt bear,
or go to the deepest
depth of any ocean
to bring up a gold coin,
or button, or grecian urn,
i really don't care. i'm
peferfectly content
to let all it be, i
find no pride or glory
in risking life and limb
to say, look, i did it.
look at me. ain't i something.
nope, i'll be at home,
with a book, or with someone
i love, like a cat on
a sunny sill, curled warm
and cozy in the easy chair.