Travel the back road into solitude where
Thousands of seeds lie dormant
Waiting , waiting endlessly for the rain
Which will spring the rusty key and
Sprout them into impossible being
From the light sandy floor
Craving the silence, you wait
To hear your own barren thoughts emerge
The wind comes to carry your inner voice
To tell you what you cannot say
But lies dormant waiting within
Your stony heart, softened now
The mountain reminds you of
Your sleeping power
How you stood before drought, and sorrow
And blossomed after the tears fell
Each time more gnarly, more beauteous
In defiance , out of the suppression…..
You’ve traveled this road before.
Originally published at cowbird.com.