Yoga Class, Fall 2009

Candles and incense,
my fears sink

into your mat,
wind and breath,
my balance is found
on the arch of your back.

Our chests grow
high and low,

it's inevitable

to do child's pose.

Stretching

emotions thin,

a drop

of sweat within,

embrace

cushion-heart

in warrior I and II

it's like we already knew.

Lighter and

heavier,

faster than

slower,

so slow it's

fast,

the smoke

of sage

is so vast

it intertwines

the gaps

of our bodies.

We rest,

we reach

Savasana.