FROM WHERE I SIT
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.
So I stop and admit,
it's pretty good
to just sit.
it's pretty good
to just sit.
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