! This Poem..

This poem was about to speak to you assuming that there is a you right there and now but hesitated, a little unsure of itself this poem though all ready to be a bouncy, Tiggerish, extravert sort of poem is going instead to take a quiet moment for introspection this poem remembers that computers are essentially binary – built up of millions of yes-no choices so this poem is above all, yes; hoping in still a Tiggerish way, to hear you also, say yes this poem finds that it has certain hidden desires which it rightly or wrongly was going to lay on you like this poem would like to tell you something new which you might or might not believe until some time later when you’d say yes! this poem would like to touch your heart (impertinently assuming you might need aortic massage) so that when you finished reading it, you’d say yes! this poem presumptuously would like to enable you to see the whole world with fresh eyes, as if never before, be the first day of Creation for the rest of your life so that you'd say yes yes yes this poem would love to be Irish, throw magical, spellbinding words round you like two hands throwing wild flowers over you in a summer meadow, looking into your eyes, laughing, kissing, dancing over the green hills to blue skies hand in hand enchanted with a life you’d passing forgotten, always known, while time is eternity and you and I and all things are yes, yes, yes and yes this poem at this point introspectively with a touch of humility thinks maybe it’s sufficient, purer, just to want to pass you in the street, smile right into your eyes maybe shake hands, even kiss both cheeks how ever many times and know that without necessarily saying anything the answer’s yes this poem hopes it’s made its point without mentioning love or other well-known, complicated things like that and moreover it’s gone on long enough because this poem loves what happens in silence what happens in stillness and just wanted to say yes?