with my calabash to fill,
nature snaps crick! crack!
on the forest bed.
not dreaming of a tryst,
and blindsighted by nature’s whisps,
must free my throat from fear’s tight fist.
The devil before me stands,
waiting for me to play my hand.
Arrested in my mind,
even the trees felt tremors as my body shook,
ready to split with the unsound part.
But by a might unseen,
I found a reason to keep travelling upstream:
For love and life, she awaits,
and so this confounded calabash will be filled;
No devil shall dash my dreams.