glimpse what cannot be glimpsed
note from self

it came in a flash
during a hot-tub soak
the sighting of what
cannot be seen—
what saw through
far vaster than she
immense and impartial
unconcerned and aware
out of time and eternal
it sniffed soft rain
heard deer bed down
near the rill, made
no note when the
owl nabbed a vole
listened and watched
with her ears and eyes—
she lay in the heat
steam misting above
allowed it to have her
this presence that
cannot be glimpsed

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