. . . and I really need some poetry!
These last couple of days have been a bit, well . . . not quite what I'd expected. But here I am. Everything all working out and tied up with neat little bows and everything. (Y'know, when you lose internet these days . . . you lose so much.) (Just sayin.)
When I need comfort, I turn to my favorite poets. This morning? Billy Collins. And this is a perfect day (at least here in my corner of the world) for this particular poem. (And, yeah. I know it feels more like summer than spring . . . but it's technically still spring. For a couple more days, at least.)
If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house
and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,
a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden sprouting tulips
seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking
a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,
releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage
so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting
into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.
My best wishes to all of you . . . for a weekend filled with peace and solace, time to rest - and things that bring you joy.
(And maybe some poetry, too.)
Today's poem was published in Aimless Love: New and Selected Poems, by Billy Collins, 2013, Random House. Information about the poet can be found here. (If you haven't discovered the wonder of Billy Collins yet, oh do give his poetry a read!)