Om or something like it

In 2015 I bought my yoga mat

From the tj maxx on market street in philly

Thats a decade of mountains and rag dolls

Inhaling to lengthen

Exhaling to fold

Extending and twisting and walking out my dog

A decade of being told to give gratitude to myself for showing up

Of white women saying namaste

Of sweat, silence, flow

In 2014 my professor had a heart attack

She survived and told us all to start doing yoga now

Cardiac arrest seems like a nice quick way to go, if I get to choose…

Lately im finding that silent unity

Collective non-interaction with mirrored action

Is the safest way for me to be witnessed

Anonymous, but belonging 

Each day I ask

“What would make this existence tolerable?” 

And damn, do I love a good hot stretch

In a room of strangers

So again I unroll my dark purple space

And care for this body as if I love her