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
troysherdahl 