Yoga
I am a swan
Graceful body flowing
Casting slow, controlled ripples on cool mirrored water
Movement forming intersecting concentric circles
that interconnect heaven and earth
Extending beyond
Inhaling the stars
Exhaling the universe
Looking within
Stretching out
The world a slow, heartbeat metronome
Becoming
Becoming
Becoming
A Hatha Cirque du Soleil gone tragically wrong
My back a stumbling, arthritic French-Canadian acrobat
Arms and legs vibrating to the electric beat of collapse
A shaky frame supporting a burning bowl of Jello
My body suddenly all chaos and no theory
As the All throws an entropic elbow to my temple
Sneering, laughing
Pushing me to the ground
Laughing in my ear
Gravity always wins, bucko
An unsubtle reminder
that the universe is as cruel as an adolescent girl
Oh, but that one brief breath
That beautiful moment of fantastic form
When in my mind’s eye
I am a swan
Possessed of great beauty and grace
Ripples of me extending to unseen shores
Gliding across the quiet divide
The lovely waiting to be swallowed whole
Becoming
Becoming
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