at peace with itself,
the dry creekbank filling up
with leaves
*
the old creek, run dry,
filling and flowing with
the sound of leaves
Life ebbs and flows, an idea comes and goes. When things run dry….wait. Something new will come along. The wind blows. Like the seasons and the tides, everything in life flows in cycles—likes and dislikes, ideals and opinions, emotions and relationships, politics and power, knowledge and wisdom. Things come and go in their own time.
