Now standing 
at the 
shore between 
order and 
chaos I
may dip 
my toes 
carefully into 
the shallows 
of what 
many know 
as life 
but will 
never swim 
preferring rather 
the prairie 
of peace 

I prefer waving 
from afar rather 
than joining the 
parade sitting here 
under the maple 
and wishing well
sipping on a 
cool cocktail of 
peace and calm 
let others march
to the drums 
of some cause 
me I will 
sit under shade
sip and cheer 
knowing that they
like I once 
had marched nowhere 
until I took 
a turn here 

Putting my wars
to rest I
unwrap the last
of my bandages 
and like a
surveyor study their
contours wondering how 
given all these
I ever survived 
the suffering blows 
but remembering then
that these are 
just flesh wounds 
and the lethal 
blows have always 
been taken by
my delicate heart 

It is in
this then now 
that I do
as I have 
done and always 
did this thing 
of similar things 
just me here
having already had 
and like a 
child counting pennies 
I conclude that 
I’m very rich 
having collected as
many as I 
have finally had 

Enough is enough 
has always been 
a bad thing 
but what if 
enough was enough 
and that was 
not something that 
someone else did 
but rather you