enough

i can

still remember

when as a boy of

four or five years

i would attempt to

simplify my life

to winnow it down

to the one

or two toys

and people who

were just sufficient

just enough  

to get by with

and be

content

 

it was a type

of conscious meditation

this minimalism

of being

 

and it seemed

that if I could

get it right

life would take on

the sense of

perfection

 

now

many years later

i find myself repeating

this dance

this jettisoning

living in a

one-bedroom A-frame

suits me

the kitchen with just

enough of counter space

for processing what comes

from the garden

the outbuildings small

and functional

a tool shed and bench

and garden shed

four acres of fields

and beech-maple woods

Mount Brock in the

distance and deer

walking under

the apple trees

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[. serah .]

~ ohhhhhhh... i really needed to read this, maestro d. ... i need to sort things out desperately... and get rid of the various clusters of clutter in my life... ~ thank you so much for this infinitely poetic articulation and rendition of one of the most important themes in life... ~ poetry this perfect always inspires the reader...