Sole (Second Ten Days)

I’m limbered now and ready for this phase.
I sit, knees out, feet meeting sole to sole.
I morning-took the mat eleven days –
the constancy my one and only goal –
and lately it is redefining whole.
Massaging arch to joints to toes, my feet
converse and diagnose, and this is sweet
activity, at slow deliberate pace,
enabling me to ambulate my street,
with tongue relaxed and welcome in my face.

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