Yes

Moved by a soft breeze,
quiet as owl wings,
curtains brush windows
in the wall facing east.
Invading breaches in fabric and glass,
blinding sunlight slips past,
bathing the room with shimmering rays,
moment by moment reveals the day.

Tic Tic Tic
The mantle clock clicks,
marking but not making
the switch from what is
to what has been.
In this time present, one second
slips and descends
into the unreal territory
of petrified time,
act couched in memory.

Regret, sad dry waste days,
poor choices made,
cruel words said
where crafted words failed.
Failure to grasp peace,
to lose objectivity
and detachment from what others think:
dogged by what was, fearing what may be.

But in that pause of time present,
bated breath between seconds,
I hear your “Yes."
"Yes," in silent eloquence.
"Yes," carried in the wind's breath.
"Yes," rises from the pages I read.
Amid pensive, fearful dread
speaks your calming "Yes."
With one "Yes"
What was ends.
'Now' begins."

--by Jeff Henry