I made a poem...

What I did in my Pilates workshop when my brain was full

May 16, 2020

The body has rhythms

of bone

pounded out and thrummed

through muscles,

twanging tendons

through the white-webbed

fascia.

Golden threads

of nerves nestle

in the weft of tissue.

The electric plucking

moves emotion along

the fibers.

So we run

and we fight,

we wrestle

and

we dance.