Septmeber 5: Lazy Tonight, Poet of the Week, Billy Collins, "Invention"

I am going to be completely lazy tonight.  It's the end of a long holiday weekend.  In a little while, I'm going to try to wrestle my son to bed.  He's going to fight it because he's still on his summer sleep schedule.  After that, I'll probably watch a movie with my daughter, who just told me, "I'm not going to bed early.  I never do."

My laziness is going to extend to Poet of the Week.  I'm going with one of my favorites:  Billy Collins.  He's always good for a week's worth of poems.  Sorry if you were hoping for some obscure poet from New Hampshire or New Mexico.

Saint Marty needs a little Collins to get through the next seven days. 

Invention

by:  Billy Collins

Tonight the moon is a cracker,
with a bite out of it
floating in the night,

and in a week or so
according to the calendar
it will probably look

like a silver football,
and nine, maybe ten days ago
it reminded me of a thin bright claw.

But eventually --
by the end of the month,
I reckon --

it will waste away
to nothing,
nothing but stars in the sky,

and I will have a few nights
to myself,
a little time to rest my jittery pen.