lightkeeper

to tend the flame
feed it twigs
then forage boughs,
my homage—
to kindle warmth
in my small sphere

sometimes it sputters
amidst hard rain
I shield it
with my hands
my heart   breathe
embers awake again
this, the work
it calls my name

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