depth finder

it lives inside my heart
this true-north clue
I scour depths
with flippers
scuba gear
and curiosity

when goggles cloud
with thoughts
I rinse with brine—
dive down, alert
for knowing’s confine
none is found

when air gets low
I stroke back up
rejoin our lively days
then strap on
tanks and delve
down deep again

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