Is this moment enough?
Is this life enough?
Am I enough?
 
These questions fill my mind as I ponder in my deer blind
As I breathe in the solitude of dawn’s November woods.
 
Why can’t it be?
Enough.
 
Why can’t I let it be?
Enough.
 
Why do I look for more?
How much is enough?
 
This moment is a gift.
This air I breathe is unearned.
These snowflakes cascading down from heaven are a blessing.
 
A cool breeze tickles my skin
My heart beats within my chest
I am alive!
 
And everything I have,
everything I’ve been given
is more than enough.
 
Here and now
In this moment
I have everything I need.
 
And it is
Enough.
 
 
—brian j plachta
brianplachta.net