Shavasana at noon

honey bearShavasana at noon

Feel the golden light, he said
and I felt it, spilling over me
golden as sunlight through the honeybear
on the kitchen windowsill on a bright
October morning

You are held, he said. Let yourself go.
I let go—
sink into the waiting arms
of my mother, who sinks into warm earth
pulling me close, pulling me in

I go, go, go — into an opening
that yawns wide until I am twelve,
and I smell the honeysuckle air
tickling goosebumps along my
freckled arms out behind the white barn

weedy lawn and cemetery patch
Queen Anne’s lacy heads nodding in the wind,
corn stalks sighing in unison, I am there now
stretched across red plaid, watching the terns
high above me, on their way to the sea

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  1. #1 by Joe on December 30, 2014 - 9:46 pm

    I can fell it, as if there. Nicely done, Elaine.

  2. #2 by Kiki on July 2, 2015 - 1:30 pm

    and now my favorite poem. I love you mama.

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