Listen for the bird singing two mountains away.
Leap-frog over sounds of morning
dogs barking
chisels hitting stone
children shouting to school
When you hear the bird singing two mountains away
prostrate yourself on a prayer rug
of lavender
or thyme mixed with rosemary
The singing bird will recognize your heart.
Return then to yoga on the patio
upside-down in downward-facing dog
the morning sounds
transfigured now
caress your body, sinking into stone.
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