if only

If only I could feel like that:

I Ask You
Billy Collins
What scene would I want to be enveloped in
more than this one,
an ordinary night at the kitchen table,
floral wallpaper pressing in,
white cabinets full of glass,
the telephone silent,
a pen tilted back in my hand?
It gives me time to think
about all that is going on outside–
leaves gathering in corners,
lichen greening the high grey rocks,
while over the dunes the world sails on,
huge, ocean-going, history bubbling in its wake.
But beyond this table
there is nothing that I need,
not even a job that would allow me to row to work,
or a coffee-colored Aston Martin DB4
with cracked green leather seats.
No, it’s all here,
the clear ovals of a glass of water,
a small crate of oranges, a book on Stalin,
not to mention the odd snarling fish
in a frame on the wall,
and the way these three candles–
each a different height–
are singing in perfect harmony.
So forgive me
if I lower my head now and listen
to the short bass candle as he takes a solo
while my heart
thrums under my shirt–
frog at the edge of a pond–
and my thoughts fly off to a province
made of one enormous sky
and about a million empty branches.


[The above poem is from one of Jim Culleny’s daily poem emails
Speaking of Jim, his final statement at the end of this post on species extinction really hits home:

The truth is the earth doesn’t need us. We’re not that important (religious arguments to the contrary). Life will most likely survive for many millenium. Whether we’re here to enjoy it, is another matter.

Finally, the illusive analectic spinner, Roshi Bob, has a revamped blog and a new post on “Dermatology,Galileo, and Religion.” It begins:

A creationist student of mine with a wart the size of a gumball on the end of his nose recently told me science is overrated and often anathema to God. In the same breath he said he was seeing a dermatologist about the wart.

And if you like that one, check out his other Analectics.

Remember,” says Bob, “It’s always here and now at the Now or Never”