Poem: Enough

 


Enough

It feels like I have arrived 
at the point where every run 
is a recovery run, every step 
an affirmation of frailty
and this tree on its side 
in the park a reminder that even 
great and wondrous things 
have a breaking point  
so what chance do I have? 

Sometimes I have to search
out life amongst the loss:
the shattered trunk slowly 
returning to its source; the scent 
of moss; what persists  
in these fallen branches.
Because what is hollow 
can always be filled. 
Today that will be enough.