In honor of the International Day of Yoga, we’re
asked to consider yoga in our Wednesday writing.
I’m sharing my shortcomings (sigh)!
Submitted to Poets United Midweek Motif
June 21, 2017
“Picture a hammock between two trees“, the
hypnotist said. The office was quiet, the
reclining chair was comfortable, the clock was
softly ticking, and I …I was wondering what
I’d fix for dinner. Onward he soldiered, determined
to get me in touch with my inner self. I felt myself
sinking into deep relaxation … then my brain kicked in.
Was this hypnosis? How was I supposed to react?
I wondered if he hypnotized his wife, ….and I
wondered what I’d fix for dinner.
Having failed hypnosis, I considered yoga, with similar
result. My work involved a good bit of auto travel. I
never played the radio, but considered my travel to be
“think tank time”, and let my mind wander in many
directions as I motored in silence. It was during this
time I wrote a lot of poetry, and drew a lot of conclusions
about life in general. In retrospect, I think I engaged in
automobile yoga! At any rate, I find myself ill prepared
to write a poem about yoga. Were I to attempt the lotus
position at this point in my life, it would take two strong
men and a derrick to get me unbent and upright. I look
forward to reading of the yoga experiences of my
fellow poets, however.