In lime fluorescent tank top
& tight black Capri pants,  
she slowly lifts her arms
to the sky, to the sun,
exhaling a big breath, bends
towards her purple yoga mat
that might really be a bed
of sweet clover.

Good Morning Fellow Travelers
she says each morning we show up.

She is so patient with us–
60-somethings like me
who struggle to balance 
as we try to steady our tree pose,
those of us who later in life
had grand babies to lift,
& finally, gardens to tend,

wished we had taken just a
little time each day to
praise the sun, breathe, chant
before our days began.