practice

 

Practice*

 

Breathing, I twist my body

into awkward positions.

I balance on one leg

 Grizzly playing with her toes - Photo Copyright Tom Murphy / tmurphywild.com

Grizzly playing with her toes - Photo Copyright Tom Murphy / tmurphywild.com

with the other leg in half lotus

and bow forward

touching the ground,

breathing.

I stand on my head, breathing.

 

I pose the dancer. Pretending elegance

 

as balance measures my attention to breath.

 

I run. I ride. I climb to the top of mountains

to see mountains as far as I can see, 

myself as I am, witness to something.

 

Along the way passing whitebark pine, most dying

or already dead, I consider what their exodus means

for mama grizzly who has learned to depend on pine nuts.

 

I think about her babes.

 

With a pause, I catch my breath. 

Again and again. I begin again.

Breathing.

 

 

note: 'Practice' is an excerpt from one of the first Extinction Witness BlogSpot posts, winter 2012.

*'Practice' continues posting poems written as part of the 2014 - 2015 monthly revolving witness at Extinction Witness while I'm editing a six-year collection.

Grizzly photo ©Tom Murphy, shared with artist's permission.

New daily poems resume once the collection goes to the publisher.