Personal interpretation of "Days" by Billy Collins?

Question

I found this poem online but don't really understand it. I like how it starts out, but would really like to know what others think of the poem.
(I don't know if it's sort of like carpe diem or something else)


Days

Each one is a gift, no doubt,
mysteriously placed in your waking hand
or set upon your forehead
moments before you open your eyes.

Today begins cold and bright,
the ground heavy with snow
and the thick masonry of ice,
the sun glinting off the turrets of clouds.

Through the calm eye of the window
everything is in its place
but so precariously
this day might be resting somehow

on the one before it,
all the days of the past stacked high
like the impossible tower of dishes
entertainers used to build on stage.

No wonder you find yourself
perched on the top of a tall ladder
hoping to add one more.
Just another Wednesday,

you whisper,
then holding your breath,
place this cup on yesterday's saucer
without the slightest clink.

Answer 1

Even more than "seizing the day," I think Billy Collins means that all the days of our lives should be appreciated. Every day contributes to a life lived. We never know which days are fragile and which one might be our last.

Billy Collins (born March 22, 1941) is an accomplished American poet who served two terms as the 11th Poet Laureate of the United States. In his home state, he has been recognized as a Literary Lion of the New York Public Library and selected as the New York State Poet for 2004.

Answer 2

Days By Billy Collins