Today I participated in a Restorative Yoga workshop. Our teacher emphasized inversions, to get the blood going back through our system. Since I am going back to Vermont this Friday, and with the inversions, this poem that I wrote comes to mind, which went onto a friend's art piece in Vermont five years ago.
Branches Beneath
I am
roots up,
tumbling
skirt of earth,
wind dispersing
cloud feet.
Show me
your ankles
sneaking
from under
heavy weight
skin bark.
Watch water
return to sky source,
tears rising
from toes,
upside-down
ballerina,
dangling.
Letting things turn upside down, mix around, in life right now. Fascinating and frightening.
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