enough.

Lurching from one disappointment to the next crisis
with detours via expectation, deadline and complication
I am grateful for my newfound skill to say
‘enough’
to the worry
when I cannot say
‘enough’
to the load.

And to stay sane
I have discarded all platitudes
and pinterest admonitions
to take each day as a glorious opportunity,
and to dance as though no-one is watching

and I submit willingly
to my own mediocrity and failures
and I plod through the day still I sleep.

That too,
thank god,
is enough.