When the time comes

For some time, there was silence around my work.

I had the tools.
The paper. The ink.
And I also had commissions.

Still, inside, there was a pause.

Then, when the time came,
two special requests arrived.

One from someone important to me.
The other for a very meaningful occasion.

They were not special because they were rare.
They were special because they were precise.

Two works were born.
They are not finished yet.
But they moved my hand again.

Now I feel something simple:

The pauses are as important in a composition
as the letters themselves.

Ramadan is approaching.
Maybe it is also about this —
not pushing,
but leaving space.

From time to time, I will write.
Not often.
Only when the time has truly come.