• chairs

    by  • January 9, 2013 • poetry • 1 Comment

    “the chairs no one sits in”:*
    as soon as I saw the lines, I thought,
    “I was going to write that poem” —
    once again, I’m reminded
    what’s new to me is not new
    most of my thoughts are
    about as original as sin

    perhaps it’s not about
    who got there first, but getting
    there: to a place where we sit
    long enough for the ideas
    to come up out of the lake
    and join us on the porch,
    or rest in our hearts

    then I think of your story:
    raising your hand in elementary school,
    “where did God come from?”
    you asked — and I wonder if
    your teacher might have thought,
    “why couldn’t she ask
    about the empty chairs?”


    *from Horoscopes for the Dead: Poems by Billy Collins.


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    One Response to chairs

    1. January 9, 2013 at 3:09 pm

      Love this set of images. . . and coming up out of the lake? Yeah. That’s why porch-sitting is mandatory. To wait for the rising.

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