stream

mountain breath
and I find the lost valley

yellow
the tiny alpine flower
where I first heard
the astonishing singer

unfolding

looking up between cedars
I find my meridian

as if these were last days
unfolding

days granted 
days given

child’s pose

at the end of my yoga session
before meditation
I go into the position known as Balasana
or child’s pose

this morning I held it
for some considerable period of time

it’s a position that seems most natural to me

in a strange way
I suppose it always has