doom-ridden chatter
note from self

she watches her mind
fill with doom-ridden
chatter—fascism
climate and fire
what to do?
what to do? is the
patter that plays

drops beneath fright
rests in the field
steady, abiding and safe
no matter what’s done
the story unfurls just as
it is—a rush, a torrent
a flume

from here
finds her north star
grabs an amiable hand
rides the rough wave
the only way through
what to do? what to do?
falls behind

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