Enough

Snatched from the jaws of crazy time

- a day spent in quiet togetherness -

poetry more profound in the soft breathing

calm more all encompassing

peace inside a shared time-capsule

a bubble perhaps of our own

but knowing constantly the nature of the bubble

ephemeral

perhaps more precious in consequence

- though what in this life is permanent? -

and each breath spent thus in an elevated state

of awareness of the other

the soft joy of a presence -

it was enough

enough to hold on to as a memory

- in times more bleak -

when silence

seeks to destroy faith in doubtlessness

unhealthy questioning of one's relevance

in the other's existence -

for if there is a never-again

this is enough

And though this story is writ

- by two authors with finesse -

in letters blurred by realities

in images out of focus

a high angle view of, perhaps,

some mid-life folly -

unlike Oliver I shall not hold out my bowl

to ask for more -

For this is enough

And though we stole just a moment from time

- held gently in the cupped hands of eternity -

to seal our love with the sweetest kiss

and though we found an infinite way

to soothe the other's pain

to return a lost, beautiful smile -

if this is the only moment of

Maslow's consummate intimacy -

it will be enough.