What Do You Need From Me Poem by James McLain

Woman child what do you need from me?
Are you looking for me
and so in thinking when you can?
I am there in her next to you.
Why yours is the seat empty never full.

My lips are pressed against yours.
Her eyes
I have closed against yours.
You will find me in the lotus.
Squatting I sit down on a water lily.
If I were to ask you simple is this.

Brooms, am I the straw or the handle
in your hand I am but of this.
knotted in mass, pulled aside curtains
Leggings not in legs unwinding
around your own neck,
nor eating out, eating in, eating nothing
at all but rice and boiled duck.

When you really need me, you will feel me
there instantly -
you will find me in the smallest grain of sand.

Now you are the teacher I am the student
and as the student, tell me of this?
what is in side the small grain of sand?
Worlds smaller than ours, but larger than ours.
Student It is easier being blind, I feel than to see.