bones know

bones know

bones sense
where home is
when a part
breaks away
a fall
or worse
it seeks
its way back

so it is with “I”
this I knows home
feels the pull
toward the root
of the root
will ceaselessly
search until
searching is done

tries psychedelics
plays extreme sports
sits in prayer
or meditation
no difference
except nuance
but still believes
tools might help

maybe they do
trust your bones

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

I welcome comments and discussion!

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