Dear Enigma Ann

Dear Enigma Ann

The ideas of what constitutes ‘enough’ 

visit my campsite like lightning bugs.

I am intrigued and uplifted with 

the sparks and smoke from the fire.

Is more ever enough? It might be 

getting late to fan the flames.

It is deep dark and the starlight

may suffice to walk the way home.

I am an old man with little poems.

Let it be … as you say … enough.

…

Words Copyright David L White
9/1/24 3:12 am poem
Art DLWhite August 2024 ( I lied)
Composition 9/14/24 (True story)