slip on the world

my watch rumbles
me awake—
technology’s
modern miracle
I lie in the dark
blink
come to slowly
first, gratitude—
send love to those
ill or suffering
and my old body
then it’s time to slip
on my earth suit
swing stiff hips
out of bed
to greet the world

I read the news
of my tribe
death in the family
again—
when did I
start scanning
for losses?
breathe in, allow
the grief to enter
my bones

then lift my eyes
to first light
the outline of firs
bold against dawn’s
soft apricot
and embrace this day

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