Muscles twisted into roped knots
And a body out of balance
Breath as a cure for every frailty
And a mind driven distracted
We push into silence
Push into calm
Forgetting the ground below us
Each moment a tightrope walk
As the body seeks stretch
A reach into the sky
As we melt into movement
We find breath hidden with solace
And wrap ourselves in comfort once more – Caroline A. Slee