the Dervish turn

the Dervish turn
note to self

I settle my sikke
firmly on my head
pray it will not fall off

bow to the Sheikh
raise my wings
one palm skyward
receives grace
one palm earthward
offers mercy to
our mangled world
turn, turn, and turn
until everything vanishes

there is music
I do not hear it
silence settles inside

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