COMMITTED

COMMITTED

Now in time with
more instinctive ways––
where dims the ancient fast
and gives rise to undiminished night,
hatch-marks of sun through the nipa,
cinnamon skin

lanzones, hard green mango 
mango with a velvet ripening, tart perfume.

I know I am always asking, 
and I know questions are not always answered.
I know life on the edge, beneath a knife’s edge, 
letting minutes pass
in desert solitude, committed.