if

if I accept
that the delicate
flutter of a butterfly’s
wings can alter
the manifest world

if I know this
in the deepest
heart of myself,
then it’s plain
we’re one vast body

if a tiny tremble
a mere shiver
powerful
as man’s war
ignites a shift

then the movement
of love in my
small realm
matters

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.