Florence Weinberger-V

Yoga Teacher

 

 

 

She bends me.

 

She asks pain?

 

I say yes.

 

She knows the soft

willingness of bone,

my rod and my staff,

my stubborn obelisk.

 

She shifts me.

 

Considers my position.

 

She asks pain?

 

I say no.  She explains

as if anatomy is the only path.

Only a path.

 

She asks pain?

 

I say yes and no

for what was and what isn’t,

and still is,

and what will replace it.