We’ve had several beautiful days in a row now. Spring has FINALLY sprung in Indiana, after one of the longest winters we’ve had in awhile, so we are all very grateful for the sunshine. My husband and I sat out on the porch and listened to a baseball game last night and it got me thinking about this Billy Collins poem. How many people have chairs just waiting to be used? It’s sad that we so rarely take the time to sit and relax anymore.
The Chairs That No One Sits In
You see them on porches and on lawns
down by the lakeside,
usually arranged in pairs implying a couple
who might sit there and look out
at the water or the big shade trees.
The trouble is you never see anyone
sitting in these forlorn chairs
though at one time it must have seemed
a good place to stop and do nothing for a while.
Sometimes there is a little table
between the chairs where no one
is resting a glass or placing a book facedown.
It may not be any of my business,
but let us suppose one day
that everyone who placed those vacant chairs
on a veranda or a dock sat down in them
if only for the sake of remembering
what it was they thought deserved
to be viewed from two chairs,
side by side with a table in between.
The clouds are high and massive on that day.
The woman looks up from her book.
The man takes a sip of his drink.
Then there is only the sound of their looking,
the lapping of lake water, and a call of one bird
then another, cries of joy or warning–
it passes the time to wonder which.
–Billy Collins, Horoscopes for the Dead: Poems