Five Minute Friday: Enough

This week's prompt gave me the opportunity to return to a poem I've  been re working for the last few years. The subject is still relevant, the poem is getting closer...

Enough: defined as “adequate for the want or need, sufficient for the purpose or to satisfy desire; from Sanskrit:  “he reaches”.

In school it never worked to define a word with a synonym;

Why should Webster get away with it?

Sufficient: the same nebulous shape-shifter as

Enough.

Both are relative concepts.

“Enough to drink”,

“Enough pressure”,

“Enough money”,

“Enough children”.

“Enough is when I am comfortable”, 

“Enough is when I feel safe”.

Enough  is a personal boundary,

Malleable, permeable 

Subject to change based on arbitrary 

Environmental, social or temporal constructs.

Enough: the line dividing satiety and desire.

It may be clearly demarcated or 

Hidden like an underground gas line

(call before digging).

Enough: a tightrope

A call for balance, focus and moderation.

Not too much (wouldn’t want to over-indulge), but just

Enough (enjoy a taste).

Enough: indicative of constant striving, unattainable standards. Once 
Enough money has been amassed 

It is spent and the cycle of acquiring

Enough recommences; there can never be

Enough. 

Enough is the yellow brick road to the Emrald City of Happiness 

Or is it the reverse

Moments, memories, snippets of time...

Happiness is the road to 

Enough.

In this present moment

Enough... in this breath, if only this breath.

What I have, what I am is

Enough

in this breath...

and …

I suppose…

This breath

..inhale…

It will do for the next breath too.

Pushing ink across the lines on this page I am

good enough,

pretty enough,

funny enough,

smart enough,

organized enough,

healthy enough,

rested enough,

intentional en-- “breathe through mental nay saying”,

-ough,

kind enough,

generous enough to ...

inhale again,

believing for just this instant it is all  true.

This is the work, the path,  
To string these moments together.

Step by step

Make them touch 

black holes threaten to suck
the life out of the spaces in between.

Lately the burden feels intolerable.

Faith, ritual and routine 

A bridge through the darkness 

Until the next moment of 

Enough.

But they are ominously creaking with 

Every step

The boards rotted  from my own neglect.

I lay down my load and crawl.

“God so clothe the grass of the field, which today is,
and tomorrow is cast into the oven, shall 

He, not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?” 

With a breath of faith, presence and clarity 

Come balance 

Enough and happy  tag team me with the 

Blessed assurance mercy will prevail

Enough for now...and for...inhale

Now

...Exhale...

And….

Now.

Fifteen minutes from now 
I may need reminding, but now I am

Enough,

As is,

For this very moment.

Solid with certainly for my next breath:

My chair will support me

My hand will keep writing

My eyes will keep reading

The sun will be shining.

I am ok and it is

Enough.

Filled with gratitude;

Not in relation to another person or group

But because I am

Enough

In this time and place

For me.

Unbenounced and unannounced 

I am stringing together 

Breath by breath,

Pearls of gratitude,

"Enoughness",

Creating happiness one strand at a time.