Cracked, Dried Earth

They used to flow here:
ideas.
Swelling and bubbling
and bursting
from the now-cracked and broken
earth.

Like blood in my veins
pouring and flowing
spilling onto a page

A new landscape
A new story to tell
A new conversation
Something that compelled
even for a second

Ideas used to flow here.
Move along
Nothing to see
but a cracked, dried earth