A Letter Fell From The Book Poem by James McLain

When in time it for you arrives.
And each one of your selves is the door,
to the mirror you seek.
To whom,
which one is invited inside to you speak.
After having arrived.
What was it that you did not say.
Having thought to say what was never said.
Being now to late to say what was said.
Did you smile and unthinkingly say?
Sit.
Here please sit here where you are.
Eat from this bowl and drink from this cup.
Others whom are are you one myself.
The love letter from the book on the lower shelf.
The image on the cover a reflection of the self.
The reflection in the mirror a photograph of your life.
Come sit down.
Enjoy your life until the night when it comes.
And comes the soft wind the candle, it goes out.