Romella Kitchens - Yes, Yes, Yes

Yes, Yes, Yes

I was in the garden of the world, in
the middle of a matrix of all
things bright and essential a brilliant and
kind whale body of sorts...And
Yes, healed me, caressed me
Yes opened up like a portfolio of beautiful
Art, like handsome lightning, laughing Degas
Shopping bags of blessings and adulations
like lessened damnations and hells that can
not hold on to you

It gathered fish, counseled my enemies
quietly as they lay supinely on couches of
toxic screwing with other people...Yes!

It sang like wise, old men
It rode spiritual bicycles down roads without
misdirection
It meditated. It swaddled chosen child babies.
It let no coldness control it
Yes, flowed like rivers
It settled like unconditional leafs
It painted itself so truly golden...
Because it made love due to love
and, I was plentiful...
Plentiful and with outstretched hands
into existence.
Beautiful rust and glitter as well.
Yes, yes, yes to the abstract and the concrete,
to the poems God writes in the heavens and
calls them a sky...
I believe at the edges of existence there is Yes
not the no of mankind...And, the sour side of man
confound him, will have to deal with that.
Yes.

Romella Kitchens

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