Enough

 
It was not enough 
To see you grow 
Amongst others 
With rosy cheeks 
And elbows as thin 
As green olives. 
It was not enough
The sky moving forward 
Your red eyes 
Your pacing up and 
Down, leaving empty the 
Room  like a 
Flooded field 
Glugging, choking, 
Warbling,
Damming the air we breathe. 
It was not enough 
Viewing your hunger 
The sweetness buried 
In your soul, that animal 
so certain of the fall,
The ravenous ferns,
The robust beams 
Holding our roof  
Made of match sticks 
It was not enough
To pause on the landing
Waiting to hear your name
Being called, I would 
Smell your skin,
Touch the sole of
Your feet and kiss the 
tattoo on your hand.