e n o u g h

It seems poignant to write on March 1st. Something always happens in March that makes me remember it. So I write this to my future self:

You made it through,

you made it true.

You made art come to you.

You lost some and gained yourself,

so this March, take note, that you don’t go back on the shelf.

Who knows what next year will bring,

how far you’ll walk, share and sing.

Try to not look too far ahead -for the beauty is N O W. Enough said.