Greenwood Encyclopedia of African American Literature

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Yoga Poem #2

Yoga Poem #2


Downward dog indeed.
Make the arse the apex,
dig in your toes, and put
that nose near the ground.
Hey, sniff your way to namaste.

Don't look at your neighbor's
ass. You're not traveling
in a pack. In down-dog,
your body and the Earth
make a triangle pointing
toward the sky
and Orion's dog
eternally faithful.

Butt in the air,
you are undignified
and proud both
at once. Your shoulders
ache. They're holding
up your lower floors,
something they're
not used to.

You wish to lie
down like a tired
hound.


Copyright 2010 Hans Ostrom
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