silence in a stormy wind

devotions in a sultry weather, go astray
the silence in a stormy wind
may be sapped
by the black-hole of expectations
only way
one keeps poise, lets the river flow and
be ready for a surprise
is to pray
may the cloudburst wash the stains
or the hot summer winds dry the roots
of the ‘weeds’
which grew in my garden
to argue, assimilate, and accommodate
if they wished,
the flowers i had grown,
medicinal plants i needed
to heal some one
the mushrooms to shelter
a few ants
wilting in a drought, else