What is Enough?

April is National Poetry Month

Today on the shore of the Columbia River
I am pondering the “what is” in my later life
and what is enough

Meditating on this little poem by Wendell Berry
In The Peace of Wild Things:

The Arrival

Like a tide it comes in,
wave after wave of foliage and fruit,
the nurtured and the wild,
out of the light to this shore
in its extravagance we shape
the strenuous outline of enough