Doing yoga does me good
Although I wait for the class as I would for a therapy session
Relying on its imaginary security,
its beyond-the-everyday thrust of wisdom,
and its speechless softness.
This can’t be good, can’t be healthy.
One day I’ll wake to the sound of wind chimes
And see, for real, where I stand and what I need.
© 2019, Mariya Koleva
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