The Season of Yes

She emerges from darkness
To a chorus of yeses
Tired of no, can’t, shouldn’t and won’t
Did the clock stop? It did not.
She jumps onto the second hand as it continues its journey around and around
She won’t let it carry on without her any longer.
Yes to this, yes to that.
She molds the hours to her own making.
For time stops for no one
Who is still breathing.
She gulps in the life force of the day
And continues finding yes. 

Perhaps there will be a time for no.
A time of sitting, sitting, sitting.
A time of missing the language of yes
A time when words and thoughts and meaning slip away.

But perhaps the land of no will never find her.
She keeps finding yeses to cling to and grasp to her heart.
Yes will save her from the no that lurks down the road.