Where the Body Begins

since

you decided to say yes

and sensed now
and believed possible,

this road is yellow brick

listen

you say yes

just so luck

will unwind from

bone and tendon

it felts new geography

like moss to stone

and now

yes twins no

work twins play

bliss twins sorrow

all side by side

kith and kin

when you find river

yes rims the banks

it rides a downpour

fills the well

and rises

deep and clear

yes

worry is an old cat

let it nap in the sun

what vexed you

drink like silver song

how dusty a traveler you were

now you open like a door

hinges oiled – it’s ok

life is ready and vast

a kudzu invasion

a mayfly hatch

each moment a menu

today is hungry

a Serengeti plain

and your legs are long

wings wide - don’t wait

kiss the road of yellow brick

make it yours with yes.

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