WARRIOR WOMAN SUN SALUTE

Sun salutes and I hit the floor.
My child is a frog and I move from cat to cow.
I’m still dreaming. Me-ow, Moo.

The light catches my eyes in cow.
The sleep shakes away, and I long
For a long yawning cat stretch in the sun.

I make my own stuff up and 
Like an angle runner at the gate
I stretch my band to satisfy the ache.

I am cat again then cow.
Then “down dog!” but my dogs don’t land.
Hands on ankles my middle settles down.

Then elbow kisses knee as
I twist to reach across the squat
For something that is not there.
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So I reach for the sun instead
Then arch my back,
Arms finding their gravity.

And then I see her.
All at once long back, head falls in.
With a twist of my wrists and a turn of my toe,

She stands strong, soft and tall
I have found her again,
My Wounded Warrior Woman.

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