White Cups Of Mind Poem by James McLain

Time began for me that once and never started
and I made once the past to start a new day.
Time swims off leaving skulls of white cups,
and eternity trades in your pieces-your snow.
Time crosses time and reaches through you,
chosen by you-your other trapped outside
wanting in....
and never willing to cross-marked time a threshold.
Time makes the willow bow to seconds and I cast out,
voids net of minutes and the Judge makes them years..
and in the valley made shallow...still standing in wait..
I lay off sleeping -past infinity one shadows, sparked tears.