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-ow.
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.
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.