Purple Mat

A purple rubber mat
on the floor
beckons my stiffness
into a yoga space
of self acceptance
a way
to stretch myself
into a disposition of
thanks for
today
This morning
I sit near an open
window
Chicago's spring air
to my mind colder
than it is
in Texas
and I talk myself
into a "fixin to pack"
mood for leaving
this bluesy town
I visited for about four months
and ecstatically
enjoyed
for all of about
thirty days.
ERA
April, 2000
Chicago, IL