Genius
is standing by the stove in a bathrobe
stirring the soup with a long wooden spoon.
Earlier in the afternoon he was busy
in the margins of a heavy book
and tonight he will step inside a molecule
or wade into the deep pool of calculus.
But now there is only the pot of vegetable soup,
and circling of the spoon,
the easy rotation of the wrist
and the aroma of onion, bay and rosemary —
……………………………….
Billy Collins (born 1941)
