I Hate Yoga

Just before the sun sets, I am moving myself

To walk down a path carved out by my mental map and feet

That is personalized to just the now

It is just through the grass

Next to the pond adorned with freshly greened branches

And geese

Where there is potential to practice rest

This park made me remember willow trees are my favorite

And that I recently came to know

I like sharing pieces of me with someone who makes me feel safe

Looking up

Hands pressing the floor away on the unrolled mat

Perhaps I wouldn’t have noticed

Past a held pose

And a stretched arm

That this tree is budding already

If I didn’t keep going to push myself a little more

In this period of time committed to recovery

The red growth on the dusking blue sky

Made me reflect, that I love spring

And love when someone I love knows that

I began thinking

I was not given the script to manage detachment

But maybe I could be a master at connection

If I could open my body to it

It feels good to know that

Clarity comes from space

Less is more

And love will always find me