Good Enough For Me

She came crying fears of inadequacy, even
the tears were real enough, arrayed like a
crown of thorns worn in glory’s absence –
all doubts raised in a closet of isolation.
What do you fear most I ask, shrewd in the
matters of causal reality. That I am not good
enough for you she says tearfully, that I am
dragging you away from where you should be.

If I expressed my fears emphatically I say,
you’d wonder why you came – I have no
argued place I’d rather be; as for me being
better than you think you are, there is no
cogent case – where you are now is where
I am – and that allowed is good enough for me.
© 18 January 2008, I. D. Carswell