I‘m visualizing that sculpted guy

in front of me 

in his elegant Tree Pose falling

over and

that mom and daughter

in their geometrically precise Triangle

shattering into a rhombus

and a trapezoid.

Those perfect posers in their tattoos

just get to me.

I’m sorry.

It wasn’t my intention

when I stepped onto my mat

to be consumed with such bitterness.

Even the teacher’s glistening arms

in Warrior Two

make me want to fight.

I know I’m supposed to travel on the sea of

my own mat,

that everyone’s practice is their personal journey.

But I look out the window sometimes

and I just wish those clouds that look like

whales would swallow the balloons.

I will pay the price.

And it begins when the mother and daughter smile

after the session and wish me a beautiful day

and the Tree guy says he enjoys practicing with me,

that I have a good vibe.

Karma is relentless. Good thing.

I need lots of second chances.

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Editor: Bryonie Wise

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