Savasana
by Mindie Kniss
by Mary Ann O’Gorman
Teacher, watch. Sit still.
Settle them. They’re leaves swept up
by breezes, until
their feet, tulips bent
toward last light, lay flat, toes
uncurled–and heads, sent
like stones in a lake,
let surface ripples gather
to stillness. They’ll make
no noise, just engage
in the rise and fall of breath.
The V’s where ribs uncage
form flocks of geese
etching the gray, dusky sky–
homeward bound, released.
Mary Ann O’Gorman lives in Ocean Springs, Mississippi, where she teaches English and yoga. Her publications include a chapbook, Life in This House, and a poem forthcoming in The Bellingham Review. Her poem “Invisible” won the poetry prize at the Words and Music/Pirate’s Alley conference and was published in The Double Dealer.
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