control
our lives unfold,
a rollicking ride—
we like control,
imagine and dream
and act like we have it
but look with a fresh
and discerning eye
thoughts erupt
whether we want
them or not—turn
inward and watch
for a while, decades
even—tell the truth
to yourself
thoughts arrive
full-blown and leave
on their own—
can you catch their
birth or death?
where’s the control?
leave them alone
drop behind instead
let the mind play
but don’t touch it
2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.
the heart of the matter 
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Thank you! My arm is much better! Oh, this is Conny from Rupert’s! I’m now able to do daily life well. Some more mobility yet to be gained in PT, but they are very pleased, as am I. Thank you, thank you, for commenting! Love, Amrita
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