Poem Details
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Title: | Yoga |
Author: | Meredith Sloan |
Date Submitted: | 12/1/2013 |
Poem: |
The first time I did yoga, I was pie-in-the-sky manic. I could twist my body into anything. My failed attempts were hilarious. I giggled for an hour and a half. But what I remember best Is the peculiar feeling Of my own significance. I could see it stretching upward above me Like a skyscraper Or a canyon wall. I was terrified. Electrified. Intensely worried about the woman next to me. I just wanted her to know that I wasn’t judging her That I was thinking of a way to save her. That I could save anyone, And I was afraid. “Don’t be scared of it,” I thought. “This is what you were made for.” As I stretched my legs and arms Halfway to the moon I dreamt of the future. I dreamt of the savior. I dreamt of myself.... |