The Well

–jennifer a.

To we who are searching…
for our words
for our song
for our poetry
for our selves

There are seasons
of passing through
deserts dry
of crawling–
parched and peaked–
through wastelands barren

And I have realized something:
that while in this place
of desolation
no oasis did I find
or rather
for no oasis did I search

life, breeds life
passion, breeds passion
words, breed words
dreams, breed dreams
ideas, breed ideas

so when drought
dries up your dreams
and when famine
feasts upon your inspiration
go to where life IS.
where life is
dancing
singing
pulsing
thriving

And there
you will be awakened!