Billy Collins

My days are mostly "prose", some good, some bad, some fun and all rush-rush. There is little or no time to stop and savor anything. So when I recently stumbled on the poetry of Billy Collins it was an unexpected delight. Parfait! This poem particularly spoke to me. He could be describing any morning in my life, preparing food while listening to small voices "read" poetry. It also brings up a question which has been on my mind lately, why are nursery rhymes so full of pain? Falling down hills, cutting off tails or giant spiders scaring little yogurt eating girls? But that is fodder for another post. In the meantime, listen to Billy Collins read his poetry and even see his work in action here.