Yoga
After King George recovered from his madness,
arriving at the palace he got off the coach
and walked among the cheering crowd
and smiled, waved, himself bowed,
with renewed grace and poise.
"This is what we must do", he said to his son,
"It's what they expect, what we are here for."
There was a steady lull in his voice, like the sage's
when he meditates, he too has been aware
of the infinite possibilities of losing control,
whispering to his heartbeat the syllables of the world,
standing his ground with his rosary, bead by bead,
between forefinger and thumb fulfilling
the seconds' expectations and the rhythm of things.
