black stillness is

my bend in the river

for five minutes

a stretch

paper lanterns low

almost dark

with little white dots

feel light and weight

interconnected

at the edge—

hot surrender is

one sweaty thought

the uncomfortable comfort

here, the yin

hold a pose

hear my breath, try

in through nose

out of mouth— sigh

five minutes of

broken lines

interconnected

at the edge—

my whole is

greater than my parts

here, the yin