yoga

lying on my back staring at the same spot in the ceiling my eyes know where to gaze they're familiar to the atmosphere the white flecks of paint created grooves in the tile i try to focus on this try to find new elements to it new nuanced images of the bumps on the ceiling my body is stretched i want to take myself out of this position to uncoil myself to release my body back into comfort my mind is racing varying thoughts of dinner tonight of yesterdays events of tomorrows plans of summers darkness of the songs in the room of the shirt i'm wearing of the stupid, plain, bumps on the ceiling until for a moment i can relax focus on my breath i can forget for a moment that i'm lying on the floor in an uncomfortable pose i can think for a moment that i am unbothered that i am free and whole and at peace