poetry

yes people/no people

yes people/no people

no people
stiffen
push their palms away
start shaking their head before you’ve finished
shut down their synapses
until all that’s left is
no
it’s not possible

they like to say
ensuring your fate’s in
someone else’s hands

yes people
smile
wave you in
squint one eye and purse their lips
searching for a way through
wrack their brains for a workaround
their only thought is
you’re fine
it’s no problem

they like to say
clasping your hand on this journey
we’re all making around the sun