Enough

Sudden sunlight drops a thin layer of white over the
World where I sit.
It’s just a few photons thick but is enough to be a
whetstone to my sight,
Enough to make the pond a glittering mass of precious
stones
And the flowering Magnolia a mass of bright white flames.
Enough to etch sharp shadows from those bone-white
birch trees,
And make the impossibility of forever bring tears