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.
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....