feel for it

At the end of my suffering there was a door—Louise Glück

turn around
dive in and down
no need for worry
nothing is safe
be curious instead—
feel around for
your inner
knots or gnarls
when you find one
soften your intent
sit with the snag
become its ally,
playmate and consort
it wants you—
you are its way
through

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