nothing to say

sometimes we have nothing to say,
nothing original anyway.
and by original, i mean authentic.
puling up that which is inside
and expressing it through thoughts, words, images or even a smile.
i feel depleted.

but the wind is blowing the warm air in,
and the sprinklers are on
and the sprouts are coming up.
so i am heading to the garden
to revitalize it
and me
and try to dig up
something to say.