“I Go Back To The House For A Book” – Billy Collins

I turn around on the gravel and

go back to the house for a book,

something to read at the doctor’s office,

and while I am inside,

running the finger of inquisition along a shelf,

another me that did not bother to go back to the house for a book

heads out on his own,

rolls down the driveway,

and swings left toward town,

a ghost in his ghost car,

another knot in the string of time,

a good three minutes ahead of me —

a spacing that will now continue for the rest of my life.