Enough

By the midnight fluorescent flickering 
I wander bemusedly searching
for a meaningful
question
in this empty time.

The rain sweet breeze blows in the open window and,
as I breath,
my heart loosens, throbs, hesitates,
yearning to warm 
and accept the dark otherness
with its questions

without answers.

I am pulled to the dark lake
And the windblown moment:

And now is enough.