do we have "enough"
will silver flakes of winter's blade
cut us down
or build us up-
will our pasts behave like choir boys, stay in time
or re-emerge and scream and sting our eye
make us blind to hope and happiness.
Do we have "enough" to pluck the guts
from the chasms of experience
to fashion buds of love
from the fiery depths of ego's lust,
have we evolved "enough" to trust again
when our old gray world blitzes in
swinging concrete fists of what's the use and what ifs,
fill our starving souls with blackbird piss
Do we have enough-enoughs to become an "us".