I Am Horizontal Poem by James McLain

I am horizontal come be vertical
like she,
both would I, rather be.
Looking around
is it best,
are his manners concealed.

Question marks
often ask
best left to the sea.
Mothers and fathers don't wait
until the dawn has come to see.

I am the sand hidden beneath
the fast moving bed
the valleys and streams, that pebble
when tossed that skips a beat
the sound of your heart when set free.

When today is my forever tomorrow brings
because each day the tree grows down
inside the seed from where it came
the water is cool upon the limb you know
for eyes that share that common bond the soil grew.

I am horizontal come be vertical
like she
if with me you want to stand then
vertical is where he will be
across the horizon waits one tree.