Upright

So.  Much as I would like to be on to other things: Flying, not standing, for example, I am not. Decisions are being made all around me.  I watch them.  This is often what I do, post-seizure.  It is time to re-figure where I fit in the picture.  None of that moving on to the next thing.

I have the urge

To stand like a crane

Or perhaps the heron.

It captures my heart

Standing

Even flying.

I would like to be

That flying exclamation point

Moving on

To the next thing.

Still standing

Is for now

One leg posed

On the other

Still standing

For right now

The one part of yoga

I can do

Upright.

Choice

It seems I must still practice making choices.  I know... I do it all the time.  Still, just like every single client I see as a priest, as a therapist, as a spiritual director, as a consultant, just like everyone else in the whole human family, I must practice making choices.  Even me.  Just like everyone else.

He wants to make sure

I know

This is all my choice,

My option to sit

Even dizzy

In the therapy chair.

My choice to sit.

My option

To close my eyes

Imagine what I need

To give words to,

Think of what I want

To keep to myself.

When I leave

It is even my option to see

The great blue heron

Or not

The great blue heron

Streaming just overhead

An exclamation point

In flight.

My option to receive the sign

Or not

My choice

To write

Even this.