listens
note from self
she sinks her attention
inside where it’s broken—
besides all the fractures
and the shocking bruise
what’s going on in there?
tender throbs, grousing
muscles, a relentless
pulsing fuss
move in, closer in—
the fuss and throb shift
to a purpling ache
she drops deeper
softens and listens
attends with care
this is her body,
her only earth suit—
the surgeon cuts and
places and pins and plates
but she must do the healing
knit the bones, soothe
tendons and ligaments
love them back to life
2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.
the heart of the matter 
Good morning Skye, As I do every morning, I started this morning with your words. They are simply beautiful. Thank you. I don’t know what else to say. Maybe next week, I can bring you something you might need as you recover. I am recovering from Covid – yes, I am vaccinated and boosted – and so cannot visit or bring anything until I have tested negative for awhile. As this aging but well-loved body of mine recovers, I especially appreciate your words about healing.Thank you again. Tenderly,Barbara
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