Thursday, December 4, 2008

yoga and poetry before laundry

Yoga And Poetry Before Laundry


how did she know
to come in from the gray 
looking like an orchid
and carrying a basket full of
purple mirth?
she told me I had an eye in the back of my head
i realized later how cool it was to have just one
i mean, no one ever says, “she’s got an eye in the back of her head.”
a violet light pulses gently 
breathing the future
while behind, a blue net waits quietly 
to catch the past
cats do not just like yoga
they are yogi
in continual asana
isn’t everything?
even
this
po
e
m
?

2 comments:

lynn Sommers said...

xo

John said...

Hahahaha!!! Awesome-ness. :)