Can It Be?

   

Can It Be?
~ Jezreel Madsa

Can it be, can it be?
Can by a handful of sand
suffice to pay the 
depths of your ocean

can it really be? Tell me! 

so that in every blow
and in every slam, 
of your billow 
may remember
to visit the parched 
shore of my low-nging. 

Oh can it be, can it really be?

Can those grains 
be made to ride 
onto the wings of 
the wind so wide . . .
as they fall off 
from the cliff
of my very palm—in grief.

Can it be, can it really be. . .
So that as they fall and kiss
onto your water of sleepiness. 
you will feel 
in the whisper of the air
the sullenness confided 
to it they only tell. 



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