Weaned

weaned without a whimper 
resigned like the suckling child nestling deep in mother's arms 
keeping the lid on bubbling desire


celebrating  the nightfall awaiting the dawn
unfazed by the stampede 
completing the course with restraint 

seasoned by affliction unperturbed 
by the whirlwind unmoved by the sandstorms

sifting through the layers of desire

sieving substance from vanity wheat from chaff

holding my place awaiting the harvest