ARCHED BACKS ON YOGA MATS ,
cross-legged squatters perched high,
a sleeping man holding down his bench.
Cruising the bike path, there are all kinds of peeps up early. At daybreak. As I pedal, many of them are still. Quiet. Meditating perhaps. Maybe reflecting on yesterday, wondering what today holds. I'm doing the same as I ease by, but it's really not the same.
it's pretty good
to just sit.
IT EXPIRES 1/31/18, USE IT.