seeker

my calendar has no recollection
when this pit lodged itself within
unassuming, dry and filled
with the sap of hope

drought-stricken save for random
vulgar sprinkles, the receptive terra had been
lost or incognito..its surface cracked
and curling toward the heat

months don’t remember
such things as when
there was a slight shift
in the weather..it was not forecast

a germination of sorts
a gentle and furtive hatching.
not a sound was made
just a slight push at the heart

seasons don’t know that
they could be called Winter
if the yearning is to be Spring
then that desire speeds unchecked

the robust leaves spread
playing games in my stomach
scents become richer, more vivid
the sprouts tangle linguistics

my timepiece did not send
an alarm or reminder
intervals seem trivial or futile
the hours direct north, left, down, forward

these roots took firm hold
feeding on soil that learned fertility
they caress the veins with music
and push the blooms through thick skin

the elements were not waiting
there was a peculiar ray of sun
my lips parted sanguine
and the blossom sang its wellspring

tawmnation