I really love Billy Collins' poetry. I had to decide on one for today, which was and wasn't difficult. Difficult because there are so many good ones, easy because this one has been in my mind lately.
I don't know if it's because I'm a visual person, but I fall in love with objects and randomness throughout the day, on a regular basis. On my desk at work I have built tiny little shrines of objects I've found at which I can gaze. Some days I don't even notice them. But other days I really drink them in, hold them carefully in my hands, marvel at them. Like the small horseshoe crab shell I found this fall. It's still leaking sand from itself, which I find very endearing. Except when the sand finds its way onto my keyboard. But that's my own fault.
There's a green pencil I've been attached to recently. I found an eraser to put on its worn end the color of ripe mango (no, really, that's what color it is), which I've never seen anywhere else. I found the eraser alone amongst a cluster of pink erasers clinging to their wooden yellow hosts. Geez, I hope I don't lose it.
When I get home, I'm going to pick up a gallon of milk from a farmer friend of ours, and I know that I'll be won over by the goose who stands guard, or the sight of my brown car anxiously awaiting my return, the radio buzzing from within.
How about you? Any love of random things throughout your days?