Saturday, June 23, 2007

POEM - Soft

It took me all this time -
Fifty-one nomadic years -
To find that solid white line
Which runs like limestone through me.
"Soften," my yoga teacher says,
Meaning bone and ligament;
Meaning muscle and intent.

She might as well have been
Speaking about how to live.


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