I Can You I Can Poem by James McLain

and it is/it is
open and when i look
looking back
worried yes, so it is worried
back and forth
and the pace of it
like beating the heart of the
humming bird
it is how so frantic
gently as with it's egg
should i can you
but help if but by the heat
and being blind
the toying of it by open
opening wider
detectable on my face as
if the sun
but softer until it has come
upon my face
like the feather tips dipped
in red fire
is it closed is it open
take my hand
show my finger where it is
it is as i though it would be
as you said it would be
as hard as
the sand
wet under my feet
green waves of foam
hand taken thus shown
it is home
yes you i can/can you.