Or maybe more of a why not?
Not allowing excuses, worries,
baseless what ifs? to leap like
tiny toads into the mind,

instead admiring the wee
amphibians and their webbed
feet, seeing their slick-spotted,
leafy green selves as delights,
kind-spirited visitors, not as
intruders to be shooed away.

Similarly, I choose to hear
the tenacious buzz of the fly
dive-bombing my right ear
on a hot summer night

as a note I can mimic,
evolving into a hum
that tickles the earlobe.
one that calls for a melody,
then some harmony.

Let me listen for the songs
of living things as they
drift by.

Let me lift my voice,
and join in, saying
yes, why not?

Yesyesyes!