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,
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.