Billy Collins Contemplates a Flannel
BILLY COLLINS CONTEMPLATES A FLANNEL SHEET
Here are 30 sheep, wooly rams perhaps,
and solitary five-point stars, little yellow
crescent moons and cartoon clouds,
fluffy like the wooly sheep who count
the stars while I'm asleep.
I'll yawn and nod and wake at dawn
to find the rams knee-deep in lawn as
blue as sky, and wonder why they do not
move or run or play, but on this flannel
sheet they stay as still as ink.
And yet, I think it's possible that in the
night they ran and played and jumped
the moon and chased the stars--
but now they're frozen here, as each
ignores the rest.
A dozen clouds or more are still--
no breeze nor wind--the pasted stars
each in their place just as the night
before, when I slid underneath this
sheet repeating sheepish bleat.
Written for CONTEMPLATION Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
Won Podium Placement 6
Copyright © Carol Louise Moon | Year Posted 2021
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