Three years on and now waging war with Suella, my prostate cancer, it’s seriously time to return to the yoga mat once again…
It's been too long unlike by back Since last I stretched out properly So the mat calls once again Pain well masked The risk now worth it. No more floundering in the water Pools all shut, Lengths curtailed, Trunks in a bag, Extra kilos on the frame No gain without pain Proven a lie I gain those kilos whilst avoiding the pain So back to yoga, eighteen months on No embarrassment here It's just me and Adriene And the pause button Back bends - Side bends - Forward bends - All now very little bends. Balance - gone for now Warriors, very timid One, two and fall over with three Dog down, still a place of comfort But now - bring that right leg thru… You can just edge your foot forward with your hand… No… I have to "take a knee" not because of black lives mattering (and they really do!) Or not even Game of Thrones and a FFS Foreign Secretary But because my leg is stuck way back there. I don't flow forward I raggedly crank my way forward And just about get there in the end. Heading towards Savasana And she throws in Happy Baby Happy baby maybe - not a happy grand-dad Not even eighteen months ago! Why oh Why do I even bother to try? But then we hit corpse And bits of my body remember, (Like one of those foam mattresses) The joy of stopping yoga Move over in the bed, Adriene I need a gentler model… But hopefully just for now.
Hopefully I’m welcome back, again…