This week, I didn’t feel inspired to write a blog post. I actually felt inspired to share a poem I wrote back in March (my first in probably 10 years). I even did a Brave Thing™, and read it out loud at our local poetry night!
And yes, the title of this post is inspired by “Dot’s Poetry Corner” from the Animaniacs. No, I will not apologize.
The typically quiet yoga studio is abuzz with conversation
Dim lighting foreshadowing the stillness to come
Conversations ebb and flow as I take a seat against the wall, lonely.
As the room quiets, the instructor cues
Just a gentle seated twist
That’s when I see her
A fuzzy and faint figure appears against the wall,
Her beautiful form in torsion
Ponytail at the top of her head,
Tip of her chin,
Slope of her breast,
Bulge of her crossed legs
Admiration swells in me
I begin with delicate glances
As if I might spook her by staring
Worried she might disappear as if I was Peter Pan
I sneak one more look as we twist the other way
She follows me the rest of class,
Unintimidated by my glances
I watch her move through the flows imperfectly
Waiting for the inevitable self-hatred
Why couldn’t I be flexible?
Upward facing dog
Why couldn’t I be strong?
Downward facing dog
Why couldn’t I be thin?
Why couldn’t I be perfect?
The shadow yogi remains unworried
Wobbling, stumbling, falling
Modifying a difficult pose
Retreating to a child’s pose
It’s all the same to the shadow yogi
My fuzzy, non-judgemental friend
During a final twist, I reach out to the wall
Could she pass me some of her strength?
I enter final rest with a smile on my face
Already looking forward to seeing the shadow yogi again
Hoping in the meantime
That she has rubbed off on me.