it matters
note to self

it matters how you
move in the world, if
you are impelled by
friendliness and
kinship with all things—
do you corral the spider
and carry it outside?
or are you closed up
defended, and afraid

you are not a lonely dot
threatened by the wider
ocean—more like pools
that lap each other’s
edges with gentleness
and care
you will be someone’s
ancestor—act accordingly

—Thank you to Amir Sulaiman for the last two lines of the poem.

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.