In this frenzied, challenged world

Is it enough to watch a sparrow flit through the black gnarled branches of a plum tree?

To delight in the scent of rain?

To feel the autumn sun on my aging face?

Is the act of breath enough? or the warmth of someone close?

Is it enough to sit quiet and be?

 

The world is at odds,

its creatures needy and crowded;

multitasking, distracted, driven by the wild wind of whim,

chasing tails,

going nowhere fast.

 

It is enough

to watch the bird, to smell the rain, to feel the sun,

to breathe and be close

if we resolve it to be so.