On reading a poem by Billy Collins
who infuses the everyday
with a dash of magic realism
I contemplate my sticky notes on the wall-
Numeros 1-100 in Spanish,
though I am now embarked on a Deutsche word trail,
And along side them and billowing sideways
a copy of one of Billy's poems entitled
On Not Finding You at Home
And I'm thinking
I'd never think to write a poem about that-
filling absence with substance
more potent than presence
But I conjure you up now
a yo-yo strung out and spinning
somewhere in the Irish Sea
or up the Boyne river,
my finger in the slip knot
working the axle
spooling the string
that will reel you back home.
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