By JOHN BLAIR
We cherish ourselves even to the bones
which like some mother’s rigid hangers
hold us to our lacquered shapes in the smug
dialetheia of am and briefly was until
we come to our raveled ends everyone
just taking up space until space takes us back
one washed-out moment at a time like tea
leaves steeping in a cup until we’re ready
for someone to bow in close and take
a quick ceremonial sip then turn the cup
wipe clean the rim and hand it carefully
to yet another honored guest who mindful
of what we might let go to waste will not
leave until every drop is drunk.
John Blair has published six books, most recently Playful Song Called Beautiful, as well as poems with various magazines, including Poetry, The Georgia Review, and Colorado Review. His new collection The Shape of Things to Come is forthcoming this fall from Gival Press.
