Through New Year’s open doors
a host of voices echo, Say Yes!
Back then, I was weary of Non:
Don’t run down the stairs! Don’t cry!
OUI! Formed in France where I broke apart
and transformed, child in my belly, “I” to “we.”
The exquisite shell of myself shattered by my own egg.
A future lifetime of “we.” As we all should be.
To the new year, OUI.