Magic Carpet
A poem by Jeanne-Michelle Lowe
I have a magic carpet,
It’s called a yoga mat
I hop on board and take a ride
To find out where I’m at.
For sometimes I am happy
And other times I’m not,
But when I’m on the yoga mat
My cares are all forgot.
Each posture tests my muscles
The teacher shows me how
With breath control we learn the art
Of being ‘in the now’.
I’ll keep up with my practice
It seems to suit me well,
The benefits are manyfold
As far as I can tell!