Enough

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When the droplet falls from the faucet
How many ripples does it create?
How many arms do I have underwater?
Are they enough with which to swim?

I am standing over two rose bushes,
One more thorny than the other.
Their petals ache for sun.
Their roots thirst for water.
I only have enough for one.

When I’m older and I look back
On that trail I carved through the wood,
Will I see the tree that fell my path?
See the curve of that solemn field
Where the roses once grew? Will I find
the ones I picked were enough?

Listening to those words hidden
On the warm, dark binding connection
Between heart and mind,
I know somehow I have enough.

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~ And Poetry After Dark