Enough

 There's enough of the worldto last my whole life,not enough of my lifefor the whole world.But that's not the point.I am here and I am therebut truly I am here-and-there.(What, man?We all contain waltitudes.)Not of course but oh wow.What dies is the illusion of continuity,appetite is eternal enough.The world doesn't need everyoneto win.____M. C. Rush currently resides in rural Louisiana, has most recently published poems in Lingerpost, Spinebind, and Thin Air Magazine, and has work forthcoming in Pirene's Fountain and The Legendary.