curiosity

curiosity

saves her
again and again
when she tumbles
down, boulders
careening behind her,
a small curious thought
“I’m falling”
just then, she
drops, not
down the mountain
but into the
present—
inquiring, still
bumping along
how to stop?
broken parts?
help around?
she notes
dust and pebbles
scent of pines
the lapis sky

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