enter at your own risk

did we agree
to slip into this world
wet with fluids of love?
it’s not safe, this plane—
all will be taken back
in time

in time, the one marvel
divided into many
that can sense
the interplay, though
the price we must pay
is our leaving

leaving what or where?
it’s all here—
the one become many
become one
the eternal parade
of change

change is the given
no point resisting
let’s rest in its river,
the pull of unknown,
give it up, let it go
float back home

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