Enough

is an edge

a border line

north of the line

find spare scarcity  

abundance resides south..

a life fulfilled is

 a precarious walk

on that edge..

our stumbling arises

when this line

becomes smudged 

south appears north

 north seems south..

when bearings are lost

we have forgotten

abundance and scarcity

are siamese twins..

one is by 

the other defined..

both are needed

to ply our way

survive on the edge..

to find again and

in each moment

 the illusive
Enough...