The book is open on the floor, I can see it upside down.
But I’m sitting on the sofa, in my dressing gown.
I really should salute the sun, stretch my arms up high.
But I’m finding it a struggle, to bid the night goodbye.
I promised that I’d practice, some sequences everyday.
Ashtanga manual’s open wide, I left it in the way.
To remember to do my yoga, focusing on the task.
If I want to work my core, and my blooming body to last.