As If All There Is Isn't Enough

It’s all already here

It’s in this view of roofs and aerials and sky

It’s in the feel of the bed beneath me, the pillows behind my head

It’s in the tears coming down my face and in the song I’m listening to

Exhausted (from all that frantic attempting to change what was here)

I’m momentarily grief-stricken

Now it’s clear there’s nothing to be done

I thought I had to be somebody

As if all there is isn’t enough

As if there was anything to add or take away

As if the lily needed to be gilded

(And as if I had the slightest idea how to gild)