No
is a trimmed tree
groomed grass
and smooth round rocks
choreographed through shadows and sunlight
so the errant eye can rest
where they may not.

No
is a deep breath
to fuel questing thoughts
that birth a flood of words
crashing against the levees built by time
slowly chipping away
what years could not.

No
is a thin line
then many
a stroke of color
careful cut stone
the complexities of life expressed
when words will not.

No
is a new way to know
what no one knew
or could have known
before they were shown.

No
is an excuse to say yes.