Yes Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Waiting for the final ticket out,
I would write that ending word

And bid goodbye to all I'd said
both ignored—and often heard

I asked the conductor about the fare,
he said "How much can you pay"

As I held my pen, three letters
came together—so arranged

A moment lingered, a lifetime flashed,
the past and future caught

And with voucher punched I climbed aboard
stamped YES—salvation bought

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September,2018)