Instead of lifting weights
at the Y this morning
to rebuild bones
and work the abdominal,
and dreading my time
on the odd-looking equipment,

I went riding on the wave of the breath–
blood rushing through the length of me
sun salutations downward dogs
rubber band steady on my feet
proud pigeon puffing my chest
happy baby back massage
anointed with lavendaer
drifting into Shavasana