It Is Only Wood Poem by James McLain

You walk around it,
you reach out to touch it,
your hand moves right through it,
how you,
think to it,
in though of it,
would ask of it..it is simple,
It does not know of it.
It only swims in it..
It is the truth..of it..
It loves with it...
It sleeps at your feet in it..
It is your shoe, on it in care..
You know it will run aground to the world in it,
while you sleep in it, get into trouble in it.
Now you smile in it,
it smiles inside you, as it swells
in waves of rushing blush.