Enough in the Unknown

 

Enough in the Unknown
I left my name on the table
and walked through the talking crowd,
pockets full of quiet questions,
heart too young to speak out loud. Pines ruled the slanting light,
dragonflies traced lazy rings—
I learned the language of the marsh
from the hush of smaller things.Give me a cabin by the water,
a cold stream over stone,
courage to live simply,
to stand a little alone.
Let wild wind be my teacher,
clear sky call me home—
a world in every ripple,
enough in the unknown.Clock hands fell to nothing,
crickets kept their own time.
Neighbors chased bright windows;
I walked the dirt lane line,
counting riches in raindrops,
trading hurry for plain.Some nights their voices drift
from the distant town,
asking what silence gives,
what I lost by lying down.
I answer with a skipping stone—
circles spreading soft and slow—
one small life that moves the deep
deeper than they’ll ever know.