Saturday,11:59 am

Window Shopping for Mirrors

"Window Shopping for Mirrors"

My yoga instructor
might be the only person in the world

who can turn a playlist
from Loenard Cohen and Victor Jara

to Sade and Enya
in twelve hours flat.

A Friday night
alone with my week’s exhaustion

opens to a morning hour
of performing the gestures of mountains and cats,

horses, frogs, and even a moment
in which I unabashedly imitate a star.

During breaths and twists and density
of weightless asanas I recall

a smat of associations:
a tea slope

in Shimizu, the kitchen of a beloved aunt,
and the opening notes

to In a Silent Way, track 2,
hush.

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