for everything which is yes

God bless all the girls
out for walks with dogs. Even
if they’re little dogs.

The tip-tops of trees
and the top tips of toes: Neither
should hold stares too long.

The ants pollinate
the peonies, yes, but they
may be tickling too.

Newly birthed, we cry–
naked, helpless, bedraggled.
Then, we are brought home.

A cat named Gato,
and a parakeet named Bird.
But she is special.

We’re comma splices:
imperfect, just trying to
hold it together.

Content as a king,
I feel neither heartache nor
joy. Just existence.