We breathe yes
into every no
because it's easier that way.
That whispered affirmation
That sighing hope
is the pebble that shakes
from the cuff
of your pants and rolls
unnoticed
to the pond
where its invisibility is
compromised.
It becomes something beating
heaving
causing.
What erupts from it
concentrically
is no natural event
no miraculous happenstance
but the direct effect
of our willful breaths
proclaiming fervently
yes.