Ode to a Yoga Mat
Portable haven, textured shelter from chaos
unroll boldly. Ready for me, whenever I may call on you.
Magic carpet of serenity
I step onto you, sink into you
my body conversing silently
with your surface, the rise and fall of
my breath the only music to which we dance.
Bedroom, airport, lawn or beach
you’ll let me take you anyplace
unroll your length and make a quiet space
for just us two.
My mind whispers as I flow, hands
gripping you, muscles tightening.
Arcing, bending, stretching
to an edge. The physical delight of a new pose is
euphoric, a moment I share with no one but you.
Letting my body fall, and surrender
energy trickling from my limbs,
I press into you. A cascade of windless
energy arrives, one only you can understand.
I inhale my earned tranquility…
before stepping off of you, and back into the
mayhem of reality. In my armor of calm
I carry the promise of another yogic escape tomorrow.