punctured by holiness

punctured by holiness
note to self

she was taken young
her flood of inquiry
a sacred susurrus—
to them, callow flights
for her, honest search
swooping this way and that
the Bible the Buddha the Tao
who am I?
what are we?
parents didn’t comprehend
taunted and put down but
punctured by holiness
resolute she pressed on

thank you to Mark Nepo for the title phrase

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

remember your death

remember your death
note to self

recollect this fact—
every thing returns
home—
no choice

blue whales and the
smallest shrew
all have an allotted
span—you do too

what to make of
this apparent time?
it’s both precious
and doesn’t matter

even stars sputter out
arrivals and leave-taking
can you celebrate
your homecoming?

the good fortune of old age

the good fortune of old age
note to self

now past three-quarters
of a century, you can
claim old—so many
reasons to grouse
stiff hands, thinning hair
name retrieval fades
common nouns wander off

we’re left with the grace
of verbs—their kindly
flow—they speak of
roaming or ambling or
coasting through air—
they mimic inevitable
change—how pupa
reforms into butterfly

we don’t know what’s
coming except that it is—
float on those verbs
allow them to ferry
you away, teach you
to let go—the good
fortune of old age

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.

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.

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.

the invisible tug

the invisible tug
note to self

when you feel that pull
there’s nothing to do but
listen, tend it, and trust
it won’t let you go and
has its own gravity
best to follow the call

you have been tapped—
the task is to dig
be an inner archeologist
choose an ethereal brush
dust with delicate care

ground holds you up
air provides breath
water is required
a web of interbeing

not even that
keep looking
there’s no web
there is no “two”—only
consciousness shining
we’re made of it
shot through with it
and rest in it
but you can’t find it

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.

heart of sunlight

heart of sunlight
note to self

stand in the brilliance
allow it
drink it in—
now leap out of your mind
let it do what minds do—
rattle on

drop behind or prior
soak in toasty warmth
your animal self
craves this—
simply be

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

it simply is

it simply is
note to self

this curious universe
seemingly boundless
birthing, erupting
decaying, rebirthing
or sucked into baffling
black holes
it all simply is—
time is meaningless
in this immensity
and we—
both a fleck
in this isness and
the isness itself—
not two

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