what is
note from self

in the quiet
of the morning
no souls awake
she sits in reverie
of what is—
single lamp
lights up the sink
desktop detritus, cups
and cast-off shoes
the bed’s atumble
the chair misplaced
and yet—
pure and clear
eternal and infinite
knowing shines

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