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
