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"If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, 

does it make a sound?"

i often wonder what will be enough.

if what i want will be enough.

if climbing trees and grazing knees

and splitting hairs

and midnight walks

will be enough.

if cups of teas

and wine and cheese

and that tingling feeling you get when the weather let's out a sigh and a rainstorm - 

will be enough.

if sitting in an armchair with a handful of yarn

will still make my heart warm on a cold afternoon.

if writing letters and watching westerns will pull me through sad spells.

and if that will be enough.

if living on the land or living in the city will nourish me equally.

in their own ways, but equally.

and if i grow my own peaches and sit on the porch with their juices dripping from my chin - 

will that be enough.

and if i do this all,

and if i see this all,

will i feel full up?

will i be restored and know i've tried and,

will i feel full up?

will it be enough?

if i do it all,

if i do it all,

will it matter at all.

or if i share the load,

if i share the road,

will it somehow matter more?

if nights in silent slumber with another

and mornings drinking tea and talking about how we're both confused

will be more than enough.

or just enough.

and will i ever stop second guessing

where i am or where i'll be,

or who you are and whether you're right for me.

will you tell me "that's enough" and walk away

or take my hand and say "that's enough" and push the fears away.

will i do it all myself,

and save my own day.

i often wonder what will be enough.

if what i want is asking too much.