Kapotasana

Pressed upon my heels,

I feel

Sometimes myself a boat

Capsizing 

I feel

My throat feels fear

Sometimes.

And then 

There are waves of days

I cannot place 

What time of sleep or fruit I ate

Or state of mind allows me

to leave my shore,

Knees on the floor,

One breath.

Hips and heart like open sails

Beyond break waters

Set sail. Land sight and hands. 

Like anchors dropping,

Push up the beams 

Of arms pole straight

Gaze down, reel in.

Steady, slow.

Pull up, push forward 

So much 

to catch, to fish -

Two heels

is a million 

in my muddied head.

Glorious rays of breath -

Of five full breaths forever

And ever 

And then again still hoisted

On a prayer up

And I am back

on my shore

Still on the floor.

Still.