It’s not Impossible

The birds are fed

The cat is napping in her new basket

The view is white

and the music is on.

How is this NOT still water?

I was at peace

until the flesh broke through

wanting what it doesn’t have.

Comparing hers to mine, and mine lacking

It is enough.

I am enough.

I have enough.

Enough already envy.

Yours is a stale tale.

I will fill my cup with the Truth.

Over and Over again

until this brilliant mind of mine remembers-

my time will come.

And it will be full.

And it will be good.

And it will be mine.