Some Days

Some days I put the people in their places at the table,
bend their legs at the knees,
if they come with that feature,
and fix them into the tiny wooden chairs.

All afternoon they face one another,
the man in the brown suit,
the woman in the blue dress,
perfectly motionless, perfectly behaved.

But other days, I am the one
who is lifted up by the ribs,
then lowered into the dining room of a dollhouse
to sit with the others at the long table.

Very funny,
but how would you like it
if you never knew from one day to the next
if you were going to spend it

striding around like a vivid god,
your shoulders in the clouds,
or sitting down there amidst the wallpaper,
staring straight ahead with your little plastic face?

Billy Collins

This was one of my favotite poems out of the book. It gave me many different images. when I read it the first time I thought of being younger and playin with dolls. And how it made me feel like I had control over something. Then I thought about how I would feel if some one was controlling me. And thats what I felt like this poems was saying somedays you feel like your incontrol of your own life and some days you feel llike some one else is contrling you. Eventhough you may feel like you are in charge of other people and leading them the next day some body can be playing with you like a doll.