Seniors in Silver Sneaker Yoga sit
in chairs to pay attention to breathing—
inhale / exhale. The instructor coaches
to take our time, but she rushes
and we
attempt to keep up.
Seniors in Silver Sneaker Yoga sit
in chairs to raise our arms on an
inhale
and float them down on an exhale—
mimicking the instructor’s pace and
eyes
closed and yet hurried.
Some, familiar with this instructor,
can
anticipate her moves, music and
moods,
others half smile, step back and
modify
her pace to suit their own inner
rhythm
slow, slowing, peaceful.
I succumb to Silver Sneaker Yoga
until I note the simple word “yoga”
means “union,” which is not quite
so simple.
At home, I move a chair onto my deck
to attempt to breathe
in air beyond the class, and today
two
morning doves join me. We take in
tree tops—
white and scots pine, catalpa and
cherry—
and we forget to count. The doves take off.
I relax in joy.
For Sumana's
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Yoga
My blog poems are rough drafts.
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© 2017 Susan L. Chast
Luv the contrast of the formal class to the intuitive union of you and nature
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ReplyDeleteI think perhaps something in you rebels at being told when to do what ... or perhaps I'm transferring my class experience to you! At any rate, I much enjoyed your poem ... and opt for the deck experience. Our deck is surrounded with trees, and frequent callers are bluejays, cardinals, red-winged blackbirds, house finches, goldfinches; and, on lucky days, the pileated woodpecker comes to call. It all restores my soul.
Silver sneaker yoga is so intriguing!!❤️ You reminded me of my early days of yoga slipping and falling on the ground while learning to balance.. sigh especially love; "We take in tree tops—white and scots pine, catalpa and cherry—and we forget to count. The doves take off. I relax in joy." Beautifully executed!❤️
ReplyDeleteWith a rushed yoga instructor (which should be an oxymoron?) I would definitely prefer to porch and the doves.........
ReplyDeleteIf she said 'take your time', I would! I like the idea of sitting in chairs to exercise that would be better for my back. Loved the last verse.
ReplyDeleteYou opened up. Delightful poem and journey.
ReplyDeleteOh, I love this. Going our own way can always bring more union, than following a hastily built map defined by another. Not only did you find union with yourself, but with the birds and trees within your surroundings. That, to me, speaks of a much higher level of 'union'.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
This is so captivating Susan, specially the last stanza. Once I read an observation of a famous Indian artist. He was trying to meditate and pray closing his eyes. All on a sudden he opened his eyes and saw the sun rising. Immediately he realized his object of prayer is not only within but this entity also called the world.
ReplyDeleteIn the last verse you find your calmness your peace. Did you have sneakers on or were you barefoot?
ReplyDeleteI loved it , especially the last stanza! <3
ReplyDeleteGlad to know that so many ppl hate the breathing on demand part and that I am not alone in this.
It is enough.
ReplyDeleteLovely scene; morning doves joining in. This last verse is a joy!
ReplyDeletethis poem flowed just like a slow, relaxing yoga pose.
ReplyDeleteOh, the concluding lines are so so beautiful, Susan.
ReplyDeleteI was suffering from back pain for quite sometime. Then I started doing chair-yoga and slowly the pain disappeared.
However, for me....Yoga Nidra (yogic sleep) is, by far, the best! Just sayin'.. Smiles,
Ah, yes - senior citizens yoga - some have been doing it for AGES, which is undoubtedly a good thing. Me, I a one who prefers the practice of moving a chair out on the deck and breathing in and out...enjoying nature in and beyond my backyard. That gives more joy than a yoga class! I accept that yoga takes many forms.
ReplyDeleteAh yes! That's how I like to do it too.
ReplyDeleteForgetting to count is the best way!
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