The Last Yoga Lesson
The fish and camel stand inside the door –
twelve giant leaps – the cobra’s
poised to strike; Janus faced –
but we can still build bridges,
at this late hour,
pierce the sun and strike
the warrior pose here
on the roof of the world.
The teacher plays a track
of monkish chants om mani padme hum
and each of us looks into the void.
Sunrise on the Ganges reveals
Shiva, Buddha and Christ;
each reflected in our own
cooling breaths and mountain pose.
Nothing else to do but our bodies bow
towards the sun. Breath in – breath out.