enough.
a poem on savoring
Enough
tastes like
the slow kiss
of a warm
sip of coffee
on my tired lips.
The bitterness
turning my mouth
into a chapel
where I remember
life doesn’t
always have
to be sweet
to be worth
savoring.
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My mouth into a chapel is a gorgeous turn of phrase!
I love the bitterness of an espresso but fight against the bitter feelings of life. Love this reminder to expand perspective 🤎
You have the rare ability to relay so many layers in so few words. I needed this today. There is a Buddhist proverb: “Enough is a Feast”, which I try to keep in mind, living on Social Security. Your poem says it even better!