Looks Like Rain

Remember that the smallest seed of faith is of more worth than the largest fruit of happiness. - Thoreau

questions asked

answers vast

moving fast

flag at half mast

another bold blast

living on the cusp of a cabalistic comeuppance 

the wind blows me where it chooses

places where it hopes creed loses

rain floating me on a never-ending river of the past

trying to extinguish the hookah of my faith

the sun dries blood, sudor and tears

evaporating but not erasing forlorn years

fainthearted faith now in flux

i've run out of cheeks to turn

oh how this drought dries and burns

when will it ever learn

as the calendar flips and yearns

exhausting the breath of diminishing returns

life runs me through a gauntlet

hurts on one side

acceptance on the other

the two never quite able to resolve together

famished fowls of a different feather

garbed not in breathable cotton but tough leather

anchored by a stretched tether

heart wants to wallow

conviction desires to dance

each willing to take one more chance

an over the shoulder, backward glance

cavorting

thwarting

higher and nether

no matter the weather

Author's Note

"That we have but little faith is not sad, but that we have little faithfulness. By faithfulness faith is earned." - Thoreau