No, there’s no escaping, nor would I want to escape

this outgo, this foot-loosening, this solution

to gravity and a single shape.

Now I am here, later I will be there.

I will be that small cloud, staring down at the water,

the one that stalls, that lifts its white legs, that looks like a lamb. —Mary Oliver, “Life Story”



Dhanurāsana. Bow pose