Just enough

These are the days that

rarely come easily

half a bottle of Pendleton

head full of rain

and Mahler

the words run across the screen

and out back in the

pond

the fish fall asleep

listening to

the rain tap the surface

back in here

the music

the words

the glass of whiskey on the desk

looking almost

painted

nights like this happen, too,

the little victories

that keep us going

during the huge losses,

small victories laced

between the

sorrow

in bright threads

holding death

and fear

and worry

just

far

enough

apart.