you don’t have to be here

lie flat
on a rolled out mat
count the thoughts
floating and gloating
cause you haven’t found
the knack to bring them back
to the room
the heart
of where
you
are

yoga is tricky
with a mat
still sticky
from the last class
and dates and times
a bloody calendar
climbs into the front seat
of your consciousness

your thoughts will be
fine without you
open the door
let them tumble out
if they’re worthwhile
there’s no doubt
you’ll see them
again

and then
when you’re
all alone
just your body
left behind
you might find
something
amazing