throw overboard
the mess of your mind
hose out the chamber
leave it empty and clean
I say this to myself
then suck in moist air
freshened by downpour

feel tension wash out as
hawk screech and finch call
bring me here, right now
I take in the daffodil riot,
past prime but still vivid
in dusk’s slanted glow

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