Sometimes it feels as if there's nothing
more to say
nothing new under the sun
it's all been said
a thousand times and in
a thousand ways
so why again this wrestling
with words
this effort to extract
some novel insight
or make music
that falls fresh on jaded ears
then I remember how the morning sunlight
flooded the garden
set the still unfolding
blossoms of the yellow rose aglow
and words to speak the beauty
of this vision
rise in my mind
asking to find a place
where they can live
like notes played on a flute
a captured melody
echoing the life unfolding
like the rose
moment to moment
forever new