Kindly reader, I am a blog without a blogger
He has gone missing for weeks
and my house is empty. Suffer me awhile,
or go, and if you meet him—
he with a distant look and shambling gait—
tell him the hearth is cooling down.
I won’t know a thing for days,
he takes to a walk-about
and never pays me notice.
What kind of life is that?
Yet I’ve never expected different—
I’m glad he just comes back at all.
And you could say absence
sometimes makes for a better blog.
Adapted from Paul Quenon, “Gone Missing,” in Unquiet Vigil: New and Selected Poems (Brewster, MA: Paraclete Press, 2014), 13-14. The words “poem” and “poet” have been replaced with “blog” and “blogger.”