Dry Spell

 

Dry Spell

Nothing to say

It seems

Except 

Even when there are no words left

There always are

After the spaces

Out of the silence

Out of the Calming Watery Silence

River-like

Continuously flowing

Life speaks 

Eternal words of existence

That bring forth

Waves of movement

Secret messages

They sometimes seem

Showing the way

Dry Spell or not

Then

Gratitude

Seeing the words on the paper

Dry Spell or Not

Photo taken in Port Coquitlam June 2021