Enough

We want to be more

than we are each one of us

we want to be good

and then better to swim

the distance with ease so many years ago

I was in Egypt in a little town I don’t

remember the town’s name easy to romanticize

those early trips when you are young

when the world seems open when you consider

what you’re seeing right then and  it’s not

so important to read books of explanation

when you’re free to look  a family

invited me into their home to share a meal the Arab world

has a tradition of strangers of food

hospitality  I tried to learn what they knew

to copy their Please Come Inside

old man in the house spoke very good English he’d learned

from the British the most important word to know

he told me he told me so many things

the most important word is enough

you have enough there is enough and then he told me the word

in Arabic don’t worry he said you only have to know one language he said

in case I’d already forgotten.

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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