like gasoline

thoughts can ignite
like gasoline
caustic and explosive
drowned in thinking
mine used to flare
—no longer

why not gentle
your home
soften the people
you hang with
sit near oaks in
silence—listen
for their breathing

the patter
of chipmunks
the acorn that drops
by your side
their quiet will steal
and heal your heart

so take a breath
then another
slowing your steps
as you head back
toward busyness
that swamps the day

maybe even greet
checkers with a smile
open doors for an oldster
we are one family
this can tenderize
thoughts over time

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