Lest You Forget Me Poem by James McLain

Time stands still for
one thing.

I have,
long knew how short it was:
So pale each one as round
and round as the word it's self.
Inside of the almond, as before
and after the red pomegranate.

Few fires so sweet upon the tounge
of it
of both inside the mouth biting softly
down
upon the seed of bitter truth, for it may
as have those so many or the few
between us both.

I wait as I watch out the window, proudly
standing
before the light of dawns
new truth
as you never change but always,
like the leaves that fall.
Each green Garnet slowly as if I could
just by thinking, to make it
force the trees to take leave of their leaves
all in one fell drawn out breath
to the ground.

The air around it cool waiting for the warmth
inside the cup
and inside the cup
the wooden spoon stirs the cream and sugar
into the tea.

and as long as you use cream I will never
forget to bring home the sugar
and when you are not looking so busy.
Mixing the two together untill it is light enough
to drink.


p.n.