Enough

A poem that reached slowly and deliberately from the African savannah.

Enough

Amidst these concrete squares

and asphalt roads

you forgot

to dream,

distracted by comforts and conquests,

share prices and likes.

Finding the words

in your young tongue

took time.

Spreading like mycelium

I reached towards you,

waiting patiently for the moment

to ripen.

That summer evening,

locked at home,

shielding from a virus

and reading in bed,

something stirred

in the budding awareness

of your species.

I wondered whether

you had finally

had enough.

Exhausted by wars

over pretend lines,

lonely from pruning

the evolutionary tree of life,

united on your knees

at the mercy of another living thing.

The trees hushed,

an elephant rumbled,

a rock split

as the seed took root…

This is all you have.

Only love can heal.

It could all be so beautiful

if you weren’t so afraid.

Over time

I will help you

to see…

You made the rules up

and there is much at stake.

Your suffering,

this destruction,

are a great failure

of imagination.

But now

it is

enough.

Dream with me again:

create anew.

Take care of my flesh:

it is your habitat.

Open your eyes:

you have never been alone

in this universe.

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