It is a word, it is a sentence
It is Enough
Sometimes this sentence is an ending
An exclamation of tolerance
“I’ve had enough” is the cry of the battered woman leaving
“Enough” is the shout of the beleaguered parent,
It is the plea to end the battles, the pursuit to end the war
An expression of the exhausted soul
When I’ve had enough of the bullshit it time to go;
It is an action
Enough is the point between
When the time is right and the fruit is ripe
Puckery persimmon and brown banana
The perfection between raw and burnt
where the baked brownie is slides out of the pan so easily.
It is being satiated
Neither starving nor stuffed
Between anorexia and obesity
It is the glass that quenches your thirst without having to clean up the overflow
Enough is balance
Between scarcity and surplus
The exquisite equilibrium of the tightrope walker
Between drought and flood
The temperature between heater and AC; goose bumps and sweat
It is the moment of giving up the struggle
Flowing with the river rather than paddling upstream or speeding by in a powerboat
Enough is the ending of an era, the beginning of life.
It is when one stops waiting for outside approval and recognizes their own inherent worth.
Both the time to start and stop.
Enough is the place of grace
There is the moment to embrace that delicate awareness of
I know enough
I am enough
I have enough
There is enough
I know how to pray enough, I’ve read enough books, taken enough classes
I am loving, smart, pretty, witty, doing enough
I have enough joy, money, room, energy
There is enough love
There is enough energy
There is enough money
There is enough time
No matter what
Both a private epiphany and a social awareness.
Enough is recognizing
We are one
On this planet together
It is sharing resources, everyone gets something
Redistribution between the rock bottom poor and the over opulent rich.
Deciding there is enough by
Feeding the hungry
Adopting the orphans
Giving shelter to the homeless
Nurturing our feeble
Healing the wounded
Acknowledging the faceless
I know about enough.
Yet with all of this awareness
There lingers a fear
Whisper of doubt
That enough isn’t really enough
and more is needed
So I sit in prayer and mediation
I have enough faith.