After Yoga

On this advent morning, a stranger and I waited at the light.
Both bundled in hat and mitts, we crossed together,

he, pulling his rolling suitcase, I carrying my mat
under my arm. “You didn’t sleep on that?” he asked. Speechless,

I walked past the library and arriving at my car,
looked at myself in the rear-view mirror, and–enlightened–

wondered whether teeth whitener might improve my appearance.

3 thoughts on “After Yoga

  1. james wheeler

    written with the simplicity and surprise found in the haiku….a moment of self reflection in the mirror…

    Reply
  2. Amy Camuglia

    I’m enjoying so many of your poems, Gaby…… This one is a gem! What life brings us…… always with a dash of humor!

    Reply
  3. Pingback: ทางเข้าเล่น PGSLOT

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *