For Big Tent Poetry prompt Enough
Q and A
You ask, “What is enough?”
I tell you, “I am.”
Might not be enough for you,
but then, you must be enough
for you and all of your doing.
I am the source of all that I am.
Am a sorcerer, with stone in hand,
only my name carved at its center,
where only I may enter. Mentor
to myself, all magic held on a shelf,
I built from past experience.
Am my own apprentice, learning
from the book of my own life.
Always in attendance to that
which is me, but also may include
you, as well as others. These pages,
poems I have written, are my soul
and no one may control that except
me. My magic may be found in words
that surround me, ground me,
in which ever place I exist, show
my face to you or any other. Brother,
sister, friend, or lover, it makes no
difference with whom I dance, chance
will bring whatever I need as life speeds
toward its conclusion. Confusion
is a temporary state, just wait long enough,
the answers will come, then you will find
that you are more than enough for you,
just as I am.
Elizabeth Crawford 12/2/10