Full

I see others rushing around thinking they need more in this life
more money, a new car, million dollar homes,
while I quietly watch
and know that I have enough.
A few small odd jobs, an old dented car leaking oil outside, a small apartment,
and I am wealthy in love.

I wait at the food bank for an hour and a half
and am grateful for the people in line ahead of me,
glad to listen to their stories
while I sit on a metal chair.

Enough.