note from self

be thirsty
this is primary
a thirst that insists
that requires quenching
your spirit is pining
to notice home
home is not lost
it’s not a family farm
it has no “place” at all
in fact, it’s right here
closer than close
it’s just overlooked
get very quiet
ask yourself—
what doesn’t change?
that is your home
your true safety net
be thirsty for that

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

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