#20

Home Coming*

This has always
been enough.
These people
this place
I wonder why
I ever left.

Really, it has always
been more
than enough.
In the way
a garden is more.
Flowers tall and short
bending and creeping
intoxicating fragrance
and color
so alive
all at once
in summer.
More.

Or a raspberry.
A raspberry!
Right?
More than enough.


-Llora H. Kressmann

*Thanks to Nicole for inspiring this poem.