A Poem About Learning to Do Handstands

Hands planted, fingers grip,
breath comes fully, yet shaking.
Upside down, yet upright I stand —
pushing, bracing, breathing, straining —
landing softly, regrouping, then going back up.
Working to use the wall
a little
bit
less
each go,
freeing and floating
a little
bit
more
a little
more
often.
Standing strongly
(only briefly unsupported)
how a man was not built to stand:
on my hands.

Yoga Nook Conversion

Yoga Nook Conversion, originally uploaded by cookiepants1973.

This is my room. This is my sanctum. This is my studio.

Here is where I do my yoga practice.
Here is where I ground myself.
Here is where I prepare body and mind for a day of work.
Here is where I work the kinks out from work/working out/thinking the day before.

Here is where I do battle.
Here is where I do some of the hard work.

Here is where I improve.

This is my studio.