Enough

A Poem

Photo by Daiga Ellaby on Unsplash

but am I important? 

as honeybee, wet nectar 
feet of bubble    
wands, o'er pollen
yellowed aster and 

am I needed? 

as river spring, deftly
pushing through frozen ground, 
new life's former
dormancy or 

am I of consequence? 

as treetop nest,      
sturdy haven woven 
stick and thread, cradling 
egg of Robin's blue, and too, 

am I hopeful?

as first spring thaw, 
melting crust, ice, 
snow, unearthing 
what lies below and above all else 

am I kind? 

as tulip purple, nodding 
gentle stem, sepal
smile at the ready, happy 
to see you once again,

can we sit?

my friend, and consider
our place,  ants among
the trees, feet of water
racing rain clouds and let 
 
our
just 
steady 
love 

be enough.