"You are moving more smoothly,"
said my yoga teacher after
I have been in her class for close
to a year. I no longer believe that
smoothly will readily return to me.
Yet, lately, when I stand in
the parking lot under the moon,
I hear a choir of frogs by a creek
that I did not know was there.
Sometimes geese fly over,
loudly sounding to one another
as they navigate the night.
None are calling to me, of course.
I am not that needed,
but I pray anyway,
amazed
that such bodies can be.
say
March, 2019
One has to actually see a frog before
taking its picture.
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