As the sun rises through the trees,
penetrating the shadows,
infinitesimal prisms of light
reveal water, airborne and fractal,
tiny particles of yes,
a hallowed vapor you would have missed
without the rays, and your eyes,
and that exact moment, just so.
Yes looks like vapor
and oceans
the blood in your veins
and your tears
Yes sounds like rapids
and drizzle on a tin roof
a tsunami
and the
drip
of
a
leaky
faucet
If you think you’re not in the flow,
pause
listen a little closer
You just might find
yourself right in the middle of
a whole world of yes
gone unnoticed
Adjust your sleepy eyes to it
Fill your hungry lungs with it
Put your open arms around it
Bend your ear to it
Put all your trust into it
Rest your head upon it
It’s all around you
within you
You are made of it
The waters of yes.
