Here and There, a poem by Hammond Guthrie

Here & There

MY MEMORY IS A FOSSIL
BEING DUG IN MY MIND
QUICK OR SLOW

I SIT - SEEING IT GROW

STIMULATED BY ENGLISH BREAKFAST TEA
SPRING BIRDS SINGING IN A TREE -
WING?

WHY YES I DO!

DEEP IN MY BURIED HEART
WITHOUT A MEMORY TO SHOW
THIS MOMENT AS SUBLIME