The Remembering Poem

The Remembering Poem

poem by e.e.cane

Jan. 24, 2021

Under clouds lamenting

mouths distended, time dying,

animal blessings and fresh baptisms

God rests musing, 

little bony children always behind

their dreams—easily enthralled

with their own dishonesty

Behold, the still Mother fearing each hereafter and 

youth defiant without meaning 

She knows the butterfly will remember

its flowers, should any survive,

and her children will forget their crushing footfalls 

and brief cycle to apehood

In solitude, liberty

But soon, humanity’s children gather,

summer having shed it’s sting

Goodmother, eyeworn, closes them briefly, 

stars gleam

Their sparkle of forever teases the

remembering poem, should any

be watching,

dreaming

beneath an unclouded sky