The Yes People

Some people enter stage left,

and never exit.

Relationships shift,

distance tugs at the seams,

but their presences hold,

endure.

These are the ones who see us,

know us,call out our nonsense, call us

back to ourselves—to the

selves we are meant to

be(come).

They have held us.

When the world swallowed us

whole and spat us out—shattered, afraid—

they gathered the pieces,

stitched wholeness from

ruin.

They are the voices shouting yes

while the choir drones no.

They dream without borders,

build without fear,

weave hope into the fabric of

tomorrow.

No monuments bear their names,

no medals glint in their honor.

Yet, they are the architects

of the impossible made

real.

And when they depart

—as all must, in time—

the world may forget their names,

but the love that rewrote everything

remains.

Kimi Floyd Reisch, 2021