My heels are filled with helium.
My hamstrings are stubborn
She has me take Mountain Pose
for five minutes.
I must have not been clear.
I want my soles to become one
with the mat.
At least not have a long distance
What are you holding onto? she asks.
Nothing, I say.
She points with her green eyes.
My toes are humped-back, whitened,
in a death grip on the mat.
My shoulders drop. Gallons
of air flood my body.
I do a body scan. I want to prove
I learned my lesson.
Nothing, I say meekly.
What about the idea
of not holding onto something?
She is doing a hands-on adjustment on my psyche.
My body sinks into itself,
then the mat.
I think we’re ready for
that Down Dog, she says.
I asked her to improve my postures.
She improves my practice.
With gratitude, I bow low.
Believing my heels will follow.
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Editor: Travis May
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