Say yes to everything:
the moldy bread, the empty kettle, the dying fire;
yes to the anvil on which your life was forged;
yes to what you have wanted, but not gotten;
yes to what you have waited for, but not seen;
yes to the tattered edges of your cloak,
and your belly bloated with hunger,
while swallows feast on insects near the temple gates.
To everything say yes.
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Posted on June 28, 2020, in poetry, Poets & Storytellers United, The Whirligig and tagged belly, bread, edges, fire, float, forged, gates, kettle, swallows, waited, wanted, welcome. Bookmark the permalink. 16 Comments.