Dundasana

A spine’s a stick but mine feels petrified,
unlimber in the lumbar, and the neck
resists smooth move like it’s solidified –
the top and bottom of my rod’s a wreck.
I’m tired of the cautions I have tried
but not about to quit them. I expect
to heal more slowly than I did back then,
but soon I’ll twist and bend and flex again.

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