A new exercise in…

Looking back four years, I see myself at the big-city gym. If I’m not the oldest in the class, I’m at least in the worst shape. Back then, I drove the 3 miles in unpredictable traffic, avoiding the glances of the homeless holding cardboard.
Now I drive eight miles past turkeys and eagles, through woods and fields, to take “chair yoga” at a church. In this group, I seem relatively young. Is it because there are no mirrors?

humility – built
viewing my spandexed shape in
merciless mirrors

…community – bent
like the others mirroring
the yoga teacher

This haibun was inspired by the W3 and xploration challenges.

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