petrichor

as drops find
parched ground,
fragrance lifts—
first downpour
hint of beginnings
and mystery

camels know this
with flaring nostrils
over miles of sand
they scent moisture
move toward it
desert’s lifeblood

my petrichor is love
I catch a whiff—
my heart, dazed
by life’s ferocity,
opens
softened
once more

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