In a Word

What’s your favorite word, Mom,
Finn says, and I say, Yes.
You mean yes? he says.

I mean there are many ways
to make dinner. Many
ways to answer the phone.

Many ways to drive
in the very same lane
between the same lines

to the very same place.
I mean sometimes I want
to be right here at this shiny,

polished steel breakfast table,
and at the very same moment—
even as I set my tea cup on the silvery swirls—

I want to be hiking up a trail
toward a gold and dry meadow,
inhaling millions of molecules

of sky with every breath.
I want here and there and say
yes to that sorry impossibility.

I mean there are many ways
to get dressed in the morning.
Many ways to greet your own face

in the mirror. Many ways
to answer a question that seems
like it should be simple.

Yes, I say. I mean yes.

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