He Alone Can Assume Only Himself Poem by Mark Heathcote

He alone can assume only himself
Through His gaze I am a watercolour mix
Through His palm, like sand, I ask not to be released.

He tries like I would a child of the world
But I flit through His fingers
Like a small sandpiper bird.

He alone can assume only himself
And I in-his-grasp like oil and water
Cannot define these sanctioned living quarters.

Where oil and water mix freely
As if at no time they'd ever been divided.
But when I do. I'll assume all of you can too.