This is not a yoga mat, this is
muscles tensed and taught
and sweat, this is
three house moves and
two different countries
this is acceptance of the moment,
this is my homelike place, this is
exactly where I need to be, this is
my safe space, this
is where I grow:
A push beyond the boundaries of my comfort zone;
a place where I find peace
within myself and with the world at large;
this is getting sober
this is losing love
and finding it again.
This is not a yoga mat
this is the cornerstone of my
this is my breath within
my) place of worship.
© Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved
Written for dVerse
Mish is hosting dVerse Poetics today, and she has asked us to write an object poem, or more specifically:
Choose an object from your home or outdoors. Look past the obvious characteristics and uses of this object. Spare us the details. Instead, take us to the connection that it has made with you or what it represents.
What better subject for such a challenge than my beloved yoga mat? You can see the marks where I have practiced my poses time and time again. But yoga isn’t really about the physical postures. It’s about connecting with the divine within ourselves. So it does seem like much more than an object to me, as I’ve tried to illustrate in the poem above.