Illustration: The Magazine of Yoga. Photo: Sreekumar K. S.
Poet in residence
BY MAGAZINE COLUMNIST CARYN MIRRIAM-GOLDBERG
The triangle of the forearms
and the top of the head –
the bottom of the well
while the legs unfold quick, like bowed
branches suddenly freed
to the cusp of wall, every bird
in the torso trembling in the high
wind of its now-exposed nest.
When the air jolts, the cradle sways.
Don’t spill me out, the pelvis begs.
Love me enough, cry the horses of the shoulders.
Don’t break any eggs, says the mind
turned out of its chute. Fall without
falling, echoes the breath. Meanwhile
the space between organ and muscle
exhales advice like overlapping song:
Lengthen like big bluestem, sway only
when necessary, balance the
lungs, now inverted rain sticks
so that the seeds can pour down
fear, love, a tree’s whole coat
of leaves. Rest here, the lamplight
of what you can’t do, you can do.
No need to take prisoners anymore.
It is enough, do you hear that,
to hold stern and calm this length.
What you know now, not like
a hurricane breaking land, but
mere gravity that tilts the body
so it can remember the fingers
of underground rivers, the strong
arms of broken wishes.
Wait here for the shy gull
Reprinted with permission of the author
from Landed (Mammoth Publications, 2009).
There’s nothing like an inversion to turn our world upside down and help us see life from a new vantage point.
While in headstand, handstand, shoulder stand or other inversions, breathe into what various parts of your body might be saying, such as your forearms or the back of your head or your core muscles.
Then let them have their say on the page.
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