speck

I am dust
in sunlight
a mere speck
within the blaze
lit and nourished

I am flaming suns
black holes
sculptor of spells
and what holds
it all

here, the enigma—
don’t grapple
like before,
not this time
let paradox rest

watch the squirrel
munch seeds,
deer graze
as light spills
over the field

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