Drink It Deeply Poem by James McLain

When we are marching, moving forward.
There is the quiet room in front.
Yonder out back a ways, we sit a spell.

To each tall seedling, being lean, I am as one of those.
You come in and rest, I ask inside the lazy room.

Shattered stones are pressed agaist the walls of flesh.
And all the sand of loneliness - passing by my hand as does the ash
which, when it comes, the wind it spreads it out.

Scentless it can drink, it dries, the grassy plains
and deep the garden which within, it moves around.

The valley of my dreams with out the oyster shell is pretty green
the bank of rocks attached are brown;
As for the Himalayan cedar of this purple narrow cell.

Pushes out each centry hits the mark.
For that it is, pushed in and out each century leaves it's mark.

You drink it deeply, as it flows.
You drink it deeply, as it grows.

Hot the sun it mixes summer with my dust.
The death of ten thousand angels,
sealed beneeth the clouds are pushing up and out.

The rose of the sea as one million fish jump up.
Here as for you with me as for you the forest
deep inside you slept.

Being all is it possible and my hand to blow upon the garden
where my breath has been and is attached, it is.
Wet and fertile green the soil loam when mixed.