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a poem at a time when summer comes to an end

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Picnic, Lightning by Billy Collins,
Poet Laureate of the United States 2001-2003

It is posible to be struck by a meteor
or a single engine plane
while reading in a chair at home.

Safes drop from rooftops
and flatten the odd pedestrian
mostly within the panels of comics,
but still, we know it is possible,
as well as the flash of summer lightning, the thermos toppling over, spilling out on the grass.

And we know the message
can be delivered from within.
The heart, no valentine,
decides to quit after lunch,
the power shut off like a switch,
or a tiny dark ship is unmoored
into the flow of the body’s rivers,
the brain a monastery,
defenseless on the shore.

This is what I think about
when I shovel compost
into a wheelbarrow,
and when I fill the long flower boxes,
then press into rows
the limp roots of red impatiens—
the instant hand of Death
always ready to burst forth from the sleeve of his voluminous cloak.

Then the soil is full of marvels,
bits of leaf like flakes off a fresco,
red-brown pine needles, a beetle quick
to burrow back under the loam.

Then the wheelbarrow is a wilder blue,
the clouds a brighter white,
and all I hear is the rasp of the steel edge against a round stone, the small plants singing with lifted faces, and the click of the sundial as one hour sweeps into the next.

Karen from our Fernwood sangha found this poem. Click here for more of Billy Collins. Image: www.thedailygreen.com

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One response »

  1. This poem was like my yesterday though only a little of it was spent in the garden. It was the walking and catching of fall on every wisp of wind. The pome is a lovely find!

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