I don’t know a lot about poetry, but I do know I love Billy Collins, former two-time Poet Laureate of the United States.
He was my first high-profile author interview; somehow I talked my way into a phone interview for the first incarnation of this blog. Wires were crossed, somehow. No doubt he wouldn’t have given me the interview had he really understood the venue. Still, he very graciously answered my questions, and I’ve loved him ever since.
I saw him live in Woodstock, IL a few years ago, when he came for a reading. After, sitting in a little restaurant on the square, I saw him walk across the park alone. I thought about running up to him, telling him how much I appreciated what he’d done. To this day, I regret I let that moment pass. He wouldn’t have remembered me, I mean, come on. Still, I ignored the impulse that rose in my stomach, pushing it back down with my Greek salad. Yes, I remember what I was eating.
A moment missed. Ah, well. May as well not worry, since I can’t have it back.
I have enough regret to carry around, already. Don’t we all?