Enough.
(a contemplation of John 16:12)

When the back goes,
all it supports falls—
shoulders drag, breath shortens.
Even the back of the mind
stoops beneath the weight
of what it holds.

I asked for more.

The air turned cold
and nights grew long.
A chill set in the spine,
stiff and slow.

You said you would not give
more than I could bear,
but the body answers first:
enough.

Don’t say more.
Not now.nou