Ping pong

As certain as it seems to get

as knotted it remains as before

life’s yearnings and its many puzzles

push me hither, thither and everywhere

I hang on to deep feelings of trust

sometimes of distrust and doubt

rising out of the pit of my stomach

saying, no, not any more

but the yes, is rare and far in between

as if unsure of the authority of a ‘ yes’

but

why are ‘no’s’ becoming easier than the ‘yes’?

PS: Hither and thither we go