Poem

The Point

for Ciara

“it only says ‘I am’ and therefore
I concede that you are too.”

- Nikki Giovanni, Poetry

I am; I am.
I am green eggs
and ham, you are. First
came the chicken and
I, an egg, exist next.
No loneliness just alone.
A child’s book is sufficient
to search for oneself. You are
to search too, and trust me
not in the end, I am
you.

You are; you are.
You are there or here,
a daydream anywhere.
You are a flash pan human,
igneous to the core,
a heart over the i, you are.
I am forbearance: with kind regards.
You are; I am close. To the point
and whatever you dream, I feel
and whatever you feel, I am.