more than enough | poem

poetry

there are battles we each lead

in our ordinary lives

as individual people, armed with the impossible

task of provision, ongoing sustenance.  

responsibilities sweep over us

one after the other, tasks take us

off our feet, as though ice covers, each step forward.

too often the will of someone else

higher up, further along—it would seem

is wished down on us like rain.

wished down on us by people,

who in their day, also have too much going on.

these demands, sometimes

give purpose

but are not always

good for us.

tasks can take us away from what matters,

as though the tide, and us

an empty bottle.