Twisted like a Pretzel I meditate with pretzeled arms Hands folded against my brow Legs crisscrossed, squared in a yogi box. With each breath, I travel down and up Retrieving perspective. Seeking Sanity. Within me, a river flows Through convoluted bends. Pours into the ocean of My soul. Returns from the mountains, Peaks of past triumphs To fall as rain. Tears carry the salt Of voyages, danger, adventure And repercussions. Stilled, my breath holds The hope of colored leaves ribbons strewn amongst broken branches. Unraveled, my arms Become wings. I soar above, A bird that prays Pretzeled and twisted, I land firmly on the ground.
