Thursday, August 20, 2009

Yoga Prose Poem

In the spirit of experimentation--and because I better get used to it if I'm going to go to grad school--here's a quick story about my first real yoga experience today.

mary asked me last night
I said yes
I thought about saying no
I knew I'd be late
I was late
She was a little pissed
We got over it
The instructor was nice
Said she loved everyone
Missed everyone
The room was steamin'
Like 120 degrees
I sweat like a St. Louis summer
I am stretched beyond my wonder
Made to really think about my body
My positions
Reminds me of ballet class
I like the challenge
She gets me in some interesting positions--
One of them I touch my toes
Then put my head inbetween my legs
Next bring my hands through
And reach for my back
I tell her I feel like a spider
Some people are old
Most middle-aged
I make some jokes
They think I'm weird
Whatever
I'm more flexible anyways
We go home
Eat some cereal
Mary asks,
"Want to do it again tomorrow?"
Yes

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