Tamarind

All my expectations plumb the fallow heart and succumb to that resignation that starts to beat and hum and then charts an exit, a surrender, a retreat. I have stood on the uneven hill I listened to the raven shrill All my childish revelations alight upon stony frustrations I thought I knew, I thought I knew all about what is good and true. I plunge my hand into the earth And tell myself to await rebirth But single moments cascade and in no time a decade whispers then roars a tirade Against what this wayward soul paid the scent, the tamarind, so afraid To burn to cleanse all desire urges me to let transpire... Time for an end to this lament Or the rains will spew their torment I pull my hand from the gasping ground What rests what sleeps may never be found.