the way

seeking, searching
probing for the way
the enigmatic track
I hungered for—
awakening

advertised as special,
something to achieve
it’s hidden from sight
you have to find it
or so they say

pursuit’s the problem
and the remedy
that yearning fire,
necessity

the maze called
I passed through the gate
ten-foot hedges
lined my path

I was lost
tried to find my way
a teasing sky led me on
the sharpest blue

labyrinthine wanderings
took me further
further away,
four distracting decades
before I made the turn
the trust
there is nowhere to go
already, I am home

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