it is most native
most basic
and yet elusive
right here
but goes unnoticed
the treasure
the pearl
right here
what watches?
what’s aware?
not a mystery
right here

try this:
into the woods
sit for a long time
until the woods,
on your entrance,
the first bird darts
and calls
squirrels bicker
and in the understory
the fox slips by—
this, right here

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

I welcome comments and discussion!

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