Low on words

Perhaps they blew away at the beach, caught on the winds like the dreams of a child hoping to fly.

Or were they buried like treasure by a pirate’s apprentice?

Maybe they washed away in the rain, or faded with the rainbow?

Or perchance I left them in a different century…

I’ve lost them before, over the years. At times of stress, upheaval, transition. Ways to describe our world at the moment, is it any wonder that I cannot find the right responses, to events that do not, I think, have anything right that can be said of them?

I will find other ways to express myself I think. Sketch, paint, photograph, a picture speaks a thousand words?

Still here though. Yes, still here.