eavesdropping

have you eavesdropped
on yourself? watched
your meddling mind?
from my hinterlands
I can report that it’s
a wayward place

thoughts arrive and leave
without warning
some are even savage—
wanting to sting the one
who just stung me—
but, if I don’t grab on,
don’t choose
to make them mine,
those thoughts
will wash away

I watch them go
and in the evanescent space,
that precious emptiness,
there is an opportunity

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