Last night I dreamed I was moving freely,
Inhaling my arms up over head,
Diving over and folding forward,
Straight-legged with my hands on the earth.
Sun breaths, outdoors, in an open field.
Then I began to create my own poses.
I got myself into an awesome bind.
Fingers clasped. Chest wide open.
Face to the sky.
In my own bed,
propped up on pillows,
wrapped tightly in gauze.
The sun rising behind the rain clouds.
Another chance to live, to heal.
I am breathing.
And I am bound.