punctured by holiness

punctured by holiness
note to self

she was taken young
her flood of inquiry
a sacred susurrus—
to them, callow flights
for her, honest search
swooping this way and that
the Bible the Buddha the Tao
who am I?
what are we?
parents didn’t comprehend
taunted and put down but
punctured by holiness
resolute she pressed on

thank you to Mark Nepo for the title phrase

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