My yoga teacher said to turn our gaze inward
Encased in my body’s frame
still, vigilant
is a large bird
feathers slick
unflinching eyes
I keep my breath smooth
not to startle it
scrutinizing with
deference.
Nothing moves, not a feather
on this good raptor
I avoid its magnificent
eyes
only the ripple of bluish light
on the glassy pond between us.
Jill Pearlman is a writer and poet based in Providence, RI. She has published in Salamander, Frequency Anthology, Soul-Lit, Crosswinds and others. She writes a blog about ecstasy, art and aesthetics in wartime at jillpearlman.com
Beautiful and contemplative.
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