the sigh

the sigh

are you aware
of the sigh?
the one
that catches
the back of
your throat?
the sigh that
imbibes beauty—
could be tulips
a line of poetry
landscape
or musical thread

that sigh feels
knowing—
understands where
your true home is
when you ken
this sigh
it’s different
and you know it

pause
stop, even

honor it
the gift
the reminder
that it is

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

widen the lens

widen the lens
note from self

if it’s too hot to touch
if turmoil burns
lower the f/stop
open the aperture
and let in more light

as it floods your field
step back and breathe
see more
see wide
see deep

stars sprinkle there
billions abound
each one a galaxy
unknown and lucent
puts you in your place

here
present for now
dilemmas shrink down
light rises up
and more paths appear

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

the teacher

the teacher
note from self

catapulted onto stone
she can’t speak
and barely breathe
yet there’s an invitation
let pain be pain
the aching, stabbing
lie-still-on-the-ground
wait-to-see-what-happens
or, let the mind get busy
building stories into suffering
pain and torment
the double whammy—
far worse than finding the
thread of breath again
accepting help
and staying only oh! only
in the present moment
here, in the warm sunshine
lying on hard rock
head cradled in her
husband’s precious hands

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

wreck the house

wreck the house
note from self

dismantle piece by
piece—thoughts
here, beliefs there—
wreck the house
you call yourself
no separate soul
exists—note how
“your” breath
depends on air
depends on trees
requires water
depends on soil
requires sun
endless relation—
no discrete being
only interbeing

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

she sees the world

she sees the world
note from self

she sees the world
as it is—a
splendid shambles
a miraculous mess
that seems poised to
shed humanity over
a few hundred years

what will it look like
in half a millennium?
can kudzu re-green
the planet? will it turn
into a moonscape
like Mars?
and accepts that
she will not know

so celebrates today
and what is known
chill morning air
crow’s hoarse caw
sun-dappled leaves and
her breath in and out
—for now

one breath at a time

one breath at a time
note to self

if you pay attention to
your one dear breath—
the gift of lungs filling
with no conscious effort
how even when you’re
busy and thoughtless
of your breathing—still
only one precious
breath at a time
in and out, in and out
nourishing and sustaining

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

stay rooted

stay rooted
note to self

amidst hatred
that spreads today
clashes for land
wars over water
discord everywhere

we don’t admit
the other as kin
our whale mother
gopher brother
and human cousin

stay rooted here
in the marrow of
your own heart
the avowal you
know to be true

we are plaited
together
you are my core
and I your breath
there is no other

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

unclench your mind

unclench your mind
note to self

anxiety and daymares
of what might be
oh, the tangle of mind!
it took years to see
through it—and still
it sets snares
leaps from the corner
clamps on your throat
makes up stories
and takes you down

unclench your mind
you’re scaring yourself
and there’s no need
feel the confusion
your misunderstanding
draw it close
breathe it in, soften your
heart-thrumming body
consider this—
a new thought
maybe all is well

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.