Nursery Evening Yoga – a poem

Crouching, children’s chairs,

Bottoms spreading through, around,

Incense in a kindergarten hall,

Dreams of yoga draws them together,

Their backs distorted, lengthened by tiny chairs,

Their feet press hard on ground, discomfort.

A master came to talk, foreign among followers,

Yoga the yoke to link together,

Soon he sits above, serene in harmony,

Talking of the union of mind and body,

And they sit, still upon their chairs,

Grotesquely disproportioned in discomfort,

Overcome, excited by his message,

And captured  by his acrobatics,

They, leaving, stretch their legs,

And talk,, without comprehension, of his message.

© copyright Jane Stansfeld 2013