Ode to Saying No
such a small thing
two letters
barely more than I or U
the zigzag lightning of the N
nailing down a boundary
carving some blank space
a soul could dream in
the O
a holy roundness of awe
and indrawn breath
a bullseye of spaciousness
a hula hoop escape tunnel
one could slip right through
together they rope off
a bit of possibility
a place to be only that which
one actively wishes
a forcefield of intentional energy
sizzling with power
