Bend

Upward Salute

I raise my hands above my head and arch toward the sky

It’s gray today, and crispier than it looked when I woke up

Toe Touch

I’ve heard listening to birdsong is a surefire way to relieve stress.

And, this brisk morning, there’s plenty of it to go around.

Lunge

The cool breeze greets me hello, playing off my bare legs.

Upward Dog

I use the tiny puddle to wet my hands in order to get a better grip. I’m two days removed from Footie which means stiff muscles are just now leaking into prime awareness.

Oof

Child’s Pose

I don’t quite bend like I used to, although paradoxically, I never used to bend like I do now. It’s become a daily habit.

Downward Dog

I lock my legs and push my bottom upward

as a single motorcycle rumbles by below

and I hear R’s door creak open.

The world is waking

Wide Leg Bend

I wonder what 20-year-old me would think of this old man, boxers and hoodie, creaking his way through this morning ritual

Working out the bumps and smoothing the edges

Upward Salute

A solitary pupper joins the birdsong, barking in rhythm, repeating his hello

I bring my hands heart center, take a deep breath

And take myself home.