silence blessing us
note to self

it’s always here—
in the midst of
raucous music
or rumination
skeet range or
forest grove—
silence blessing us

it’s underneath
behind, or prior—
no word points in
the right direction
it’s unfindable
and ever-present

thank you to Rebecca Evert for the title phrase

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