sunspots

It is a morning for using Fall apples as paperweights and sitting in sunspots like a kitten, 
with Billy Collins' poetry as a companion:

Orient

You are turning me
like someone turning a globe in her hand,
and yes, I have another side
like a China no one,
not even me, has ever seen.

So describe to me what's there,
say what you are looking at
and I will close my eyes
so I can see it too,
the oxcarts and all the lively flags.

I love the sound of your voice
like a little saxophone
telling me what I could never know
unless I dug a hole all the way down
through the core of my self.

from Billy Collin's newest publication, AIMLESS LOVE, which currently resides at #12 on NYT Best Sellers list. Collins is the two-term poet laureate of the United States and his poetry never fails to be full of simplicity, humor, and striking insight- a few of my favorite things.