09.13.08
postures
gathering
on
the
floor
we have come to the mats
sitting
waiting
stretching
breathing
talking
laughing
one man,
terrified..first time?..someone asks
she is late
I close my eyes
and
bring my knees to my chest
and
exhale..
I rushed to get here
and now she is late
feeling a twinge..frustration rising in my kundalini
breathless
breath
breathing..and ..at ..last..
..the familiar recessing of strain
it is lovely to lay here
only breathing…only peace
in almost darkness, a candle burns and glows
in the near distance
..gossip
..it never stops
I sit up now restless
I debate leaving..where is she?..some one tells the air
volumes of voices like birds at dusk
the door flies open
she arrives
quiet grace
no apologies..no explanations
like school kids
we bolt up straight in pretend lotus
the candle flickers and dies
class begins
Melissa Morris said,
September 13, 2008 at 7:44 pm
I could completely relate to that feeling when you want to relax so badly, but there are so many things that get in the way! Ah, but then you could finally relax in the end. I think while reading, I didn’t exhale until I read the last line!
Very nice poem!
~Melissa
http://www.melissamorris.wordpress.com
PS…I like your blog theme, too.