I Went To A Shala

I went to a shala

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to stretch and explore,

bend and let go–uttanasana–

let my will become a river–

We rose for the sun

then stood on one leg trying

to meet concern with aplomb

–balance-the ongoing desire,

glimpse of freedom's soft field–

Are we made in the image

of the Divine?

What is this Divine wobbling–

my spirit supinating?

What is before and beyond

inherited traits?

In the shala we straighten our straits–

I may really be a fish

slapping about my mat.

My mild gift of mild scoliosis–

my curve my body's creative.

We moved on–I went upside down–

graced at last by less work.

Light lifting me up–my crown in my feet–