June 16, 2014

The Only Guy In Yoga. ~ Michael Mark {Poem}

Photo: Taro Taylor


I know it.

They know it.


Sometimes the teacher announces it.

Breathe deep, Yoginis—oh, and Yogi.




Let’s get into our Goddesses—you, too, Michael!




I can hang with the girls.

In fact, I don’t need any hands-on


to touch my feminine side


though there are times

my finely tuned intuition

picks up they’d prefer

to keep it among the

estrogen gifted.


I admit my eyes have,

on occasion,

beheld the glory of

of a slow rising butt.


No apologies.


It’s yoga.

Stretching bodies, soul-moving

chanting, deep breathing.


Humanity for a better humanity.


Yoga balances on




pulling and pushing,

opening and retracting


like the universe,

like our minds,

like our—


um, I really don’t know


the universe balances.


Or our minds.

Or our bodies.


And that is why

I practice yoga,

girls and boys.



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