She smiles, encouraging us
to follow her lithe arms
in their graceful arc
smooth unbroken sweep
of head, torso, hand down
the standing leg, then up, over
her voice soothing as sonorous chimes
in gentle breeze, lulling me
into soft response, malleable
and mute. I bend, sway
attuned to this moment
beneath high beams, expand
morph into air borne grace
as if to take flight, follow
the swooping swallows into light.
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Oh so soothing–and a very nice ending! Follow swooping swallows–I’ve always thought that would be fun 🙂
Apparently, Sara, that the swallows enjoy yoga too. They swooped and looped during the entire session, until the end when they left. They know something!!!