ENOUGH FOR NOW

                  A brook winds its path
                    through my garden
                  From whence it comes
                      I do not know
              Its origin must be in the hills
                        far above.


                      My friend and I
                   one forenoon in March
                     started our ascent
                    along the upward path
           Is it not true that brooks have origins--
                 Else where do the stock anew
                    their baptismal fluid?


                    Up the hills we climb    
                 seeking help from hill people     
                    in our upward search    

                      In the afternoon
          with the brook oozing from the ground below
                   only a few feet from us
                    The watershed is here  
                      exclaimed a woman!  

                 We continued our upward climb
                    finding again my brook
                  permeating the ground above.

                         Evening came
                Knowing all things have origins
                    We searched no further 
                having searched enough for now
                 But the morrow is another day.