Lost Children Uncommon Poem by James McLain

We are against the time from before.
When each pillar stood wide and tall.

Coming from the ground each lump of coal.
living inside this outer most shell,
hard water cuts into the granites soft heart

Uncommon lost children
as common as comets that circle the sun
not the hard yellow diamond,
one other some come searching for
and always green life
not the one that stands still
is the one that is found never lost in the tail of the mist.

Moving the sky wandering eyes
can now stay fixed
and that which I saw in the mirror
a river it lost then became
what you saw is lost children
Uncommon reflections one sea.