A Poem from Bentlily.

Recently, my friend Maria introduced me to a pretty cool art/life website called Bentlily: The Art of Noticing Your Life.  I joined the email list, so I get regular emails of poems. Today’s poem made me laugh, partly because it reminded me of of something I wrote after not being able to find a parking spot one day when I desperately needed yoga.

Here is today’s poem from Bentlily:

The irony of losing it over a missed yoga class

I arrive at the yoga studio
so early the air is still chalky with night
I am sparkly with advance satisfaction
imagining how I will glow
how I will unbraid the ropes in my back

my brain is unable to process
that the locked door
means there will be no yoga class
that I have mixed up the schedules
that I have gotten up early for nothing

I abandon my happiness
like a rotten thing

I consider yelling
but a small part of me worries
how I would explain the deranged sound
if a client walked by
or an old boyfriend
walking his dog
with his serene wife

I drive home
planning how much butter I will eat
to get back at the yogis
for their confusing website

my son offers me cereal
and my husband suggests Christmas music
but all I can think of is the coyote we saw last night
on his own in the park
standing quietly
in his right to pounce.

If you enjoyed it, go back to the website and read more. One of my favorites, from November 22, is called Young Love.

Thank you, Maria, for many things, including introducing me to this site.

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