WEN: 48EC59
Exhibitor Name: Joe Carlucci
Division: Poetry (Adults)
Class: 01 Poetry
HOUSE YOGA
Woke up this morning, feelin’ lazy, Not sure will be a yoga day. Rather, tried to meditate When a sudden thought came, “Hey, Instead, I’ll let the house take over, It could probably use the peace.” So I settled in, opened up, And let my thoughts all cease. I listened hard, but then not really To let my thoughts be free. Whatever was to come today Was what was meant to be. What first jumped out, no surprise, Was the clock upon the wall. Kept time with the beating of my heart, Love had took the call. Up next, the gurgle of the coffee pot Like the sounds within my gut That happens when you’re anxious Or something’s not right, but Inspiration, expiration Gets you back on track. The house breathed deep, its ribs went wide, I note each pop and crack. Expand my range, do I hear outside A pigeon, or a crow? The downward facing of the dog Elongating so slow. The clicking of the furnace, The nervous system wakes. I hear the “whoosh” and feel the heat, This practice surely makes
Me calm, and I appreciate The efforts of my home To make me feel so mindful And help me write this poem.
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