It's reaching in the pocket
of a coat from last year
and making that discovery,
the familiar soft paper feel of money
That heart flutter moment
I wonder if...
and then pulling it out
to find a buck rather than a twenty.
It's saying it's good either way
Not stomping or pouting
no I deserve betters
or I deserve mores
No where is my very best life?!
it's putting that just one dollar back in,
sliding your hand to the safety of your pocket
closing your fingers over the treasure,
holding tight for safe keeping
soft and familiar
It's believing in the enough
of all the beautiful things in your life,
things you already have
and then it's still hoping life can
loaves and fish
dreams come true
there instead of here
But mostly, it's the belief held in the deepest places
that even if the hopes are dashed
no dream come true...
the enough is still enough
just that one soft and familiar dollar that's yours,
a thing that seems little or less without the appreciation of it's value.
It's holding that one, your life, tightly in the safety of your pocket and thinking it's more than enough.