Just To Say

Just to say like a note on the fridge,
Or a message etched in sand
That can only be read from the cliffs.
Just to say like prayers that are ancient and rote,
And journals that are never reread.
Just to say like stones arranged
In the desert to show the way,
Or sacred stands of trees
That move without leaving.
Just to say nothing within the silence
Of everything over and over again.