Sufficient

He shows me black pads as we leave the marsh.
I hope he'll walk the mud off.
The weather's gray. Colors are careful,
sticking strictly to their surfaces:
leaves, trail, and boulder--
except one extravagant patch of green
algae on the slumping shoulder of the river bank.
This is how it goes:
We walk far enough.
We return soon enough.
We eat enough lunch at home,
and if the sun comes, it will,
because it has to,
be enough.

May 31 2017