For Geeta Patel

For the first time since the lockdown,

this evening I rolled out my yoga mat. 

Recalling in your voice the sequenced

poses and your coaxing, you go girl! 

My body wound up in a held breath

I stood still as a mountain, and then

moved to standing briefly like a tree.

There’s a long, long way to go for me. 

In this kinship of journeying, there is no 

straight road from Charlottesville to 

Chennai but I sure wish there would be. 

Prompt #8 (a poem for a friend)

G&I on the chhat post-yoga