The Yoga Master

How sinuously 

she contorts herself

into positions which,

on the basis of eyesight

and some idea of anatomy,

should be impossible.

She makes it look easy –

shoulders high, head low;

arched back, then slump;

limbs curving over bent head;

body recumbent while legs

reach gradually further up the wall.

Then she relaxes flat,

motionless, and I realise

she has gone into deep meditation,

zoning out, stilling her mind.  

She can lie a long time like that

before slowly stretching and purring.

Written for Poets United's Midweek Motif ~ Yoga