remembering to bow

I’ve learned to bow
to interrupted days—
some mornings
I pray for simple
forbearance
and the courage
to face what is,
write when I can
find patience when I can’t
nurture when needed

I bow in thankfulness
remembering my teachers
I bow, enriched by love
forehead pressed to the floor
grateful for the ground

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