Enough and To Spare
There is a wind in my sails today
and yes,
I feel puffed up,
and anything falling against me
would bounce away laughing,
but always wanting more of that
joy.
With this wind I move smoothly
from port to port,
collecting my pay for odd jobs
here and there,
and I take it and hide it
in little flowered boxes all around,
and later, when I need the scuttle
opened, to breathe sun and blue,
when there is no wind
and I lie bobbing, no place to go,
I will stretch out my arms,
and find one such flowered box
come to surface, and I will pry
open the forgotten treasure
and taste its bounty.
amp, January Thirteenth, TwoThousandEight

