That Place I Feel When Poem by James McLain

Each day after i rise to face the coming of this one
and i look to my near side and the sun like the others
and the soft yellow light falls in my small warm room
and the shadows mine do, fade away when i look up
and the ceiling seems closer than the night suggests
and the smell of pancakes floats in through my nose.

and i wait my turn as some other goes first to wash up
and i play in the stream as my finger draw you on the wall
and so happy am i at the way this new thought works
and the big brass mouth of water i share, it holds on to me
and it is just to amazing at how the water all stays inside.


and breaking our fast in seats i hold out grace to this
and knowing that this meal is more than some i may have
and as i break some more i feed the birds few others have
and today starts to rest on me as i await the fresh new day it's sky
and as each night claims my sight i wonder in awe at all the rest.