is an edge
a border line
north of the line
find spare scarcity  
abundance resides south..
a life fulfilled is
a precarious walk
on that edge..
our stumbling arises
when this line
becomes smudged
south appears north
north seems south..
when bearings are lost
we have forgotten
abundance and scarcity
are siamese twins..
one is by
the other defined..
both are needed
to ply our way
survive on the edge..
to find again and
in each moment
the illusive
Enough...