Stretching

The arch bends,

Arms thrust forward.

Head low.

Toes stretching outward.

One movement,

One harmonic move.

Exhaling outward

The sighs that fester within.

Shoulders are raised,

The neck bends the other way.

Eyes begin to awaken

And the backbone lunges forward

One deep breath inward,

The neck moves in a circular pattern.

One long exhale.

One long goodbye to stress.

The Answer

The wind whistles in my ear

A strange sound persuades me to move

Hardly a thought passes by

And my hair begins to sway

following the direction of the wind.

Oh wind, Oh mighty wind

What must I do to keep myself in place,

To keep my desired control,

To steer away from the flow?

Must I be so easily moved?

So carelessly should my movements be?

No thought, no control, no intentions but to follow?

One thing I must know,

when am I to be free from your strength?