Thursday, March 13, 2014
Poem by Penny Hackett-Evans
Yoga
by Penny Hackett-Evans
In the store front
on Main Street
with a man
who looks like
Jesus, we intone
Om, breathe,
bow, begin
our practice.
Body as doorway.
Body as container.
Salute the sun,
pose like dogs,
pigeons, crows,
warriors. Alone
together
we unfold.
