Pilates
There's a thumbs-up from across the floor
From Amy who looks so young and tight.
She's chosen coloured springs to ensure
My Reformer slides first left, then right.
Squats stretch my glutes and thighs 'til they're sore
The swivel plate twists to my trembling tread
Each move allays decrepitude, builds core
Pay attention, breathe precision, it's said.
But on the trap, with my leg in the air
With balance-centered control and flow
A shift in my body, too subtle to share
half-formed in this practice, I've come to know
I sense I've arrived at the border zone
where age is extracting a toll of its own.
From Amy who looks so young and tight.
She's chosen coloured springs to ensure
My Reformer slides first left, then right.
Squats stretch my glutes and thighs 'til they're sore
The swivel plate twists to my trembling tread
Each move allays decrepitude, builds core
Pay attention, breathe precision, it's said.
But on the trap, with my leg in the air
With balance-centered control and flow
A shift in my body, too subtle to share
half-formed in this practice, I've come to know
I sense I've arrived at the border zone
where age is extracting a toll of its own.
[Sonnet from a collection by S.C.N. Pockley]
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