When I'm cold, I hunch them up to my ears.
When I'm hoisting a child on my hip, they're uneven.
When I'm tired, they roll forward.
When I'm sleeping, I always lay on the left one.
They are the wings of my heart.
They are often bent.
Yoga reminds me unfold them.
Reminds me to ground them down my back
Reminds me to open the space between them
So my breath can expand
So my heart can expand
So my self.energy.love can expand
So I can stand tall,
Shoulder my pack
And walk this road.