spirit of guidance

one thread
each bead a flavor
of the stream
calling us home

some beads
are butter for
the fingers
others misshapen
rough to the touch

listen for your
quietest voice
the one that’s hard
to parse in this
raucous world

ask

which aroma will
carry you closer
to the heart
of the heart
of yourself?

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