attune to the world

attune to the world
note to self

you’ve been plunked down
on this blue-green globe and
given a miraculous earth suit

it seems sensible, even prudent
to attune to this world, try to
meet its griefs and joys with
curiosity and grace

and when you fail, oh you will—
that’s as inexorable as death—
like the phoenix, allow the burn
then rise in love and awe

—what other work is there?

thank you to Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer for the title phrase

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

bewilderment and tenacity

bewilderment and tenacity
note to self

this has been your path
bewilderment and tenacity—
wonder and shock at
the ways of the world
the grit to bear down
and bear with—

at the marrow, life is raw
it takes starch and love
and resolve and guts and
bundles of kindness

watch the sparrows bathe
how they dip and shake
the bevy of doves grazing
the ground for seeds
they all know what to do
relax, and you will, too

thank you to Elias Amidon for the title phrase

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

stay rooted to somewhere

stay rooted to somewhere
note to self

we all need home—
the question is, where?
place provides a nest
but for you, being
grounded and awake in your
heart center is prescribed
root yourself there

thank you to Naomi Shihab Nye for the title phrase

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

slant of mind

slant of mind
note to self

look carefully—
does that slant of
mind serve you?
it might be outdated
and need an upgrade
or maybe it can be
thanked, released, and
honorably interred

shame, self-doubt
regret—can you let
them go? notice their
presence and
set them down
slants of mind shade
the truth—
why would you want that?

thank you to Margaret Rooney for the title phrase

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

it matters

it matters
note to self

it matters how you
move in the world, if
you are impelled by
friendliness and
kinship with all things—
do you corral the spider
and carry it outside?
or are you closed up
defended, and afraid

you are not a lonely dot
threatened by the wider
ocean—more like pools
that lap each other’s
edges with gentleness
and care
you will be someone’s
ancestor—act accordingly

—Thank you to Amir Sulaiman for the last two lines of the poem.

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

indwelling

indwelling
note to self

just notice
it’s a revelation
a laying bare

when you examine
your carefully
constructed stories
of how things are—
you discover it’s
a house of cards
pull one and the
whole edifice
collapses, leaving
you to meet
pure, indwelling
consciousness
alarming at first
but not for long

inside, outside and
all shot through—
awareness aflame

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

the tender gravity of kindness

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the tender gravity of kindness
note to self

remember—for you
the highest good is kindness
be interested in the grocery
checker—he stands on
his feet all day for you—
and generous with Anne
the blocky woman who leans
on her cane holding a sign
on the corner where you
turn toward home
partner, and dog

kindness is warm
it does not spurn or flinch
but notices what’s true—
the checker has pain
etched near his eyes
Anne’s in a wheelchair now—
love and respect them with
the tender gravity of kindness
another may show you one day

thank you to Naomi Shihab Nye for the title phrase

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

swerve in the path

swerve in the path
note to self

see those curves
ahead? lean into
them, bank with care
sail around the bend
eyes wide open and
inquisitive—it’s only
a swerve in the path

some are gentle arcs
others abrupt left turns—
surprising but crucial
in this fleeting life
a dash-and-dance
with much to learn
and so soon gone

attend and breathe—
a gentle remedy for
what ails you

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—please understand that many will be rewritten.

the gift of friendship

the gift of friendship
note to self

when a friend
comprehends the
deepest plane of you—
the heart space where
no words are required
and delight dances—
you have been given a
precious, shared jewel

time and distance may facet
that gem, augment its grace
how the angles redirect the light
if it’s a true friend, one who
lives in being with you
that jewel cannot be harmed—
it is safe, reliable, eternal

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—please understand that many will be rewritten.