feast

in the longer view,
a finger snap
and life is done—
savor the spread
that is yours alone
the benediction of early light
and holy kiss of dusk’s dying sun
share what you can
spill paint onto murals
and let words flood—
your face thrown back,
spin in spring rain
the world needs you,
your voice, your scope
none other

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