attune to the world
note to self

you’ve been plunked down
on this blue-green globe and
given a miraculous earth suit

it seems sensible, even prudent
to attune to this world, try to
meet its griefs and joys with
curiosity and grace

and when you fail, oh you will—
that’s as inexorable as death—
like the phoenix, allow the burn
then rise in love and awe

—what other work is there?

thank you to Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer for the title phrase

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