Just when I was thinking that I’d run into a wall of writer’s cramp…✍️🧘♀️
Sitting Up In Bed Inventing Yoga
Four a.m.
An eighty-four year body/mind
That finds
it hard to
Sleep the night through
Worms and squirms,
By turns discovers
Easy and (before then) hidden ways
To speak to body plagues
Tinged by a wakefulness unhinged by age.
So starts the binge of
Untaught, unforced, instinct movements
That discover secret stiffnesses
Inside/out. Minutes which disprove
A long held thesis that the ‘if-i-ness’
Of stiffness can’t be met
By touch and clutch and doing such.
With all inclusive stretching,
Stitching bone and cartilage and ligaments
To muscle and the whole to sentience.
Yes it can and yes, it does.
After not too long an hour
There is power,
Loss of ache and soreness,
Twinging, squirming
With returning restfulness
And heavenly, beguiling sleep (at best),
Sitting Up In Bed Inventing Yoga 11.3.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Circling Round Yoga I & II; Arlene Nover Corwin
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