Expectation: A lament

The weather app showed rain,

Sally’s been praying for days.

The heat had bound her like a chain;

The heat cycle ran like a maze.

The rain did not arrive.

The app was wrong again.

Like a watchman she stayed till five

Expectation only brings pain.

Expectation, like comparison, drains the mind.

I’ve slain a lamb in expectation. 

My sheep’s clothing made me blind.

Is this a dream or just imagination?

The rain will not come, nor will the harvest;

The toil must start, the soil prepared.

When songs arise through the forest,

The harvest will again be shared. 

Ebbtide

Thlaṭau 09, 2026