Five minutes late to class and we got spots,
spots apart. But, a mirrored column in front,
so we could check
each other out.
I watched you get hot in Ardha-Chandrasana,
as you poured your head
between short,
upstretched arms. Then cut a sweat
with the six hip Utkatasana
dips, but by then,
you were primed.
Garurasana
is your most improved:
right toes wrapped
around left calf,
as you pulled both shoulders
down and back.
Because of a displaced disk, Dandayamana-Janushirasana
cannot be, but your Dandayamana–Dhanurasana
could be the figurine
on the hood of the first Rolls Royce.
Tuladandasana
is Sanskrit for Balancing Stick. With this,
your face confirmed last night
we had too much to drink.
When I took my Dandayamana-Bibhaktapada-Paschimotthanasana
bow, I bowed deep for your face
and the knowing of how it thinks.
A lycra girl spread into my view
in the Trikanasana
triangular screw
but you reemerged, bold,
for our Dandayamana-Bibhaktapada-Janushirasana
balancing fold.
To read the rest, please go to Elephant Journal, where my poem was published last Saturday.