My hat warned of twisting postures breathlessness an old rag, really, but after a quarter century imbued with my fondness. It was suddenly gone, vanished as if it had never been yet it was full of my cranium, and my hair, and various dreams that had rattled through while it wore me
A pair of sunglasses featured in favorite photos, me kissing my little daughter growing in front of my eyes asking to board away at a distant school posing next to my friend the blonde Countess she of evanescent visits
All that is transient even my yoga studio closed, the community and the classes I enjoyed the shala of my heart a pair of suede boots my husband bought me. Will I ever find them again? all that is ephemeral like the close touch of a mate who has shed himself over another woman, younger than me, and that faith misplaced along with haberdashery and footwear and other miscellany, even people.
Another warrior, a longer dog, a deeper backbend to open my heart. I move through until the body trembles denying myself reprieve. It is loss that is union.
