contrapuntal

the threads of
earthly life—
rain of hot water
bite of her mocha
waft of jasmine
songbirds
at the sunflower
feeder

resting in the big
field of consciousness
knowing
the 10,000 things
are wholly one

miraculous
interplay—
melodies wrap
in and around
never touching
always one
and even that
says too much
of what cannot
be spoken

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