Yesterday, it snowed here in Kalamazoo.
Not so much (or so cold) that the snow accumulated on the ground or anything.
But still. There were flakes falling all day long.
It was a day in great need of color . . .
and some poetry! This one always makes me smile. . .
"More Than a Woman"
Ever since I woke up today,
a song has been playing uncontrollably
in my head - a tape looping
over the spools of the brain,
a rosary in the hands of a frenetic nun,
mad fan belt of a tune.
It must have escaped from the radio
last night on the drive home
and tunneled while I slept
from my ears to the center of my cortex.
It is a song so cloying and vapid
I won't even bother mentioning the title,
but on it plays as if I were a turntable
covered with dancing children
and their spooky pantomimes,
as if everything I had ever learned
was being slowly replaced
by its slinky chords and the puff-balls of its lyrics.
It played while I watered the plants
and continued when I brought in the mail
and fanned out the letters on a table.
It repeated itself when I took a walk
and watched from a bridge
brown leaves floating in the channels of a current.
Late in the afternoon it seemed to fade,
but I heard it again at the restaurant
when I peered in at the lobsters
lying on the bottom of an illuminated
tank which was filled to the brim
with their copious tears.
And now at this dark window
in the middle of the night
I am beginning to think
I could be listening to the music of the spheres,
the sound no one ever hears
because it has been playing forever,
only the spheres are colored pool balls,
and the music is oozing from a jukebox
whose lights I can just make out through the clouds.
--- Billy Collins, in Nine Horses
Join me next Thursday (April 30) for Poem in Your Pocket Day (part of the National Poetry Day celebration). I'll be posting another poem here -- and I'm going to share bits of poetry in other ways that day, too.