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