making much 

what if a much of a which of a wind
gives truth to the summer’s lie
-E.E. Cummings 

“‎You’re not the same as you were before…You were much more… muchier… you’ve lost your muchness.”
The Mad Hatter 

::

okay, 
we wanted more 
(it’s true), 
than all this breeze, this gathered 
blue. these stars. 

we wanted Mars. we asked for 
moon. we strive and steal 
and fly to go exceedingly 
abundantly 

                           beyond. 

we’re fond of plus. and super
-sizing. and surmising what 
might happen if. may bounty 
flow, 

though we may not know 
what to do with all of it. We
call our
-selves #blessed when things 
are good, and stressed when 
they sway  
less. 

but consider the wild
(the flowers, the fowl) 
and the truth becomes 
(you know how) clear

this bloom is enough. 
this hour is sacred. 
this slant of light 
is the just-right curve 
of a smile. this mile 
might be the first, 
might be the best, 
might be the last. 

let’s just hold hands 
and know it is enough. 

::
In April, we poem.

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