The wind whips around my face
Can she hear my cries
Over it’s
Lawless mayhem?
I have forsaken
Confusion
And it’s aching consumption
Of life that is meant to be mine
She answers back through
The whispers of the storm
No longer raging
Still it carries on
I give struggle over
To the iron grasp of this gail
And stand firm in dignity
Allowing it to melt the mud from my face
My back
My shoes and feet
I smile at the sting of bare
Naked
Being
On my face
I let it bite my arms
Chill my spine
And warm my feet
Devour my falsities
If I cannot find Enough
I will simply
Become Her
Ode to Enough
They told me
I would find you
In the arms of
Other people
In being loved
Approved
“Good”
In the reflection of their pupils
Yet the only place I’ve ever found you
Was where I wasn’t looking
In pain
In grief
When the rod of truth
Rolled itself down my spine
Never easy
But my God
I feel I’ve never eaten before
Blinking in the morning light
Lingering in
The space between
Light
Always light
Watching him pour over creation in undying
Glory
Rage
And giving my life away to those who need it most
Endlessly letting go
Of what I’m not
Service of self
And others
Simple moments of plates
Guacamole
Rice
Soap and water
Oil and laughter
Painting ourselves with joy
And beauty
And color
To hearts content
Creation!
Oh my Love
If there was ever evidence
That I am built like my creator
Nothing feeds me
The same as making something
That didn’t exist until I thought of it
And put my hands to work
Rhythm
Blood in my veins
Holding me up
Drums
Footsteps
Under me
Over me
Around me
Flapping wings
Chaos screaming
I will not be contained
Death
My dear, my bosom friend
Exploding each moment
With endless flavor
Insects
Small friends who I find
In unexpected moments
Usually when I need them
Always down for play
Reminding me that my world
Isn’t the only one
I listen
For Enough
Until I hear the heartbeat of Mother herself
She is
Enough