sponge hole heart sutra
I wring soapy water
from the sponge
struck
by the marvel of holes
how sponge soaks
up nectar or goop or juice
and holds it in hollows
suspended
and worms bore tunnels
in loam so aliment and air
percolate—without openings
soil will die
hearts require hollows,
chambers like sponge
so they can fill
and squeeze and fill again
which carries me directly
to the shoreless shore
sponge—emptiness
sponge—form
2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.
the heart of the matter 
Dear Amrita,
i love this one so much
once we found a sponge on the beach,
you could witness its aliveness, the fact of it being a being,
and it was full of tiny other beings that would emerge and retreat with the flow of water
we kept it a little while in a jar of sea water to watch
then took it back to its habitat
so many lives interconnected
thank you for your devoted, evocative, loving work
ellah
Sent: Saturday, April 29, 2023 at 3:16 AM
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thank you, Ellah! I love your sponge story.
I have no idea how I managed to post two poems today. A mistake.
Love to you! Amrita
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