poeming on a friday
she says it's time to go to yoga
and packs her gym bag, bundles
up, and sets off into the brisk morning.
the one time of the day all for her.
and after class, glowing with sweat
she wonders again how it is she
forgets to do this some days
and resolves, once again, to stop
letting it slip and keep going to class,
keep stretching those muscles
and allow the world to wait
while she bends her body
in the now familiar asana.