enough

Maybe it’s the radiance
Of a sun-caught desert grain,
A starry ember
To fire-stain my flake of ash;
Something so importantly small:
The sash to a sumo,
Pluto’s whisper-lash to Styx,
The fickleness of man to Juno—
What is it you’ve returned to me?
My whimper?
A remix of my past dreams?
A suddenly unsleeping eye?
A giant’s temper on newborn legs?
The dregs of a too-still hope,
Its reminiscence of the tenderest kiss?
And, I chase you, why?
I’m jaded-shy enough to miss it.
Where have you been?
Why lay the jags
Through my faded sky,
The zigzags of my hesitant grin?
Why take so damned long
To sing-song me to a faith again
In rewritten wrongs?
I’m a ghost, gliding away;
A wraith who’d curl you up
In the corner of my smile,
Take your cup and slake
Most, if not all, my thirst.
But what should I say?
You’re the longest mile;
I was cursed to fall
The day I read the lines on your face,
Understood your glint.
I’m yet the hint of a flightful
Man fully woke to gravity.
Grace, I’ve lost my lightful—
Go ahead and stoke the cinder,
Sift my depravity;
Hinder my somber march,
Trip up my woe-is-me.
Lift me into you;
I’ve had it rough,
Though I’d not show it.
Whatever your strength,
I, far more than
Your reach’s farthest length,
Should you dare to know it,
Pray it’s enough.