wordless

walking meditation
August 6, 1987

I stroll the path
the lake is calm
and eases
my unruly mind

sleep evaded
last night—
this man I met
whose presence
collided with mine

I sense him now
walking behind
and then
he’s by my side

and I’m trembling
interlacing,
my finger stub
finds home
in his gentle hand

2024 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.