More than enough
is what I keep
getting (and why
and why me?
that snowy line
of thought persists)
by late morning
the already-risen moon
brimming
with its quiet light,
then an entire day
(the urge
to list the happenings,
for whom?)
and then the velvet
star-stamped
darkness falling,
saturating
all the things
that are and aren’t
(and which of those
I happen to be
I also get to ask).
~Lia Purpura, ‘Brink’
photo: exceptionally thick kelp and a few visitors during a -2.2 low tide on the west side of Baranof Island in 2014.