wild grace

wild grace
note to self

it calls her out of bed—
the wild grace of
flooding words akin to
mockingbirds—occasional
mimic, a borrowed phrase
often her own plaintive song

she looks to morning mist
or coming light, the pad of
fox in the next-door field
soft rustle of finch in firethorn
awaiting a place at the feeder

this wild grace foretells
heart and magic, a frolic
in the field of surprise—
reflecting pond, scrying bowl
inviting herself home

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.

communion

communion
note to self

rabid atheists
her parents
forbade church—
although she
ached for it, no
communion for her
so she found it
in a fresh way

with people who
trust, who are
unafraid to love—
open to full-bodied
hugs and willing to
meet her gaze—
shared juicy hearts
that echo with love

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

your heart can bloom

your heart can bloom
note to self

the most important lesson
you’ve learned—your
heart can bloom wide
a dinnerplate dahlia
oh, dear one
tend it with care

cuddle the broken thing
by the side of the road
be present as breath leaves
protect the fledgling that
fumbles first flight
watch it catch the
next eddy and soar

that range—
racking grief that rends
you apart, warm gratitude
spilling to overflow
rage that skins you raw
the backbone to forgive—
all held in a heart that blooms

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

this wild heart

this wild heart
note to self

your wild heart
calls wrensong and
owlsong to erupt inside
carve craters of awe

this feral heart wants
your very core to open
so wide, lilac wisteria
pours from its gate

the untamed heart sees
your perfection, this
you-ness, a unique and
tender revelation

this urgent heart cries out
to speak, begs to be
heard and seen and met
and blazes with gratitude
oh, this wild heart

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