Jack

“I could feel the day offering itself to me,
and I wanted nothing more
than to be in the moment-but which moment?
Not that one, or that one, or that one,”
― Billy Collins, The Trouble With Poetry: And Other Poems

“While the novelist is banging on his typewriter, the poet is watching a fly in the windowpane.”
― Billy Collins

“You will always be the bread and the knife, not to mention the crystal goblet and—somehow—the wine.”
― Billy Collins

“It seems only yesterday that I used to believe there was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me I would shine. But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life, I skin my knees. I bleed.”
― Billy Collins