A Poem for Rocky’s One-Year Yoga Lab
On March 15 of Twenty-Twenty,
You gathered us virtually to stretch and pose a plenty.
It would be a Yoga Lab; together we would get through Covid, you said.
Indeed we did, all because of the 279 sessions you so generously led.
Sheltering in place became a solo norm,
But connecting via zoom felt familiar, like a communal dorm.
Just show up as you are, no judgment, all will be well,
You were right. On our mats, our Sat Nam did gel.
My truth is my identity; we hear it in every kriya,
Learning terms like gyan mudra and pranayama can be challenging, especially those that sound like onomatopoeia.
We’re now experts at nostril breathing, who knew it was such a thing?
Until you made it part of our practice; now integrated into every fiber of our being.
We pull our spines long as we hold our breath,
“We’re only doing this for a minute,” you say, but are you sure Hypoxia to the brain won’t result in death?
“Make your belly fat,” you say, but Rocky, why would I do that?
It’s how to inhale and exhale, my friends, now do cow – then cat!
Close your eyes, open your eyes, look up, look down,
We follow your directives; our yogic Messiah, of sorts, without the gown.
Chanting mantras, masterfully engaging us the whole way through,
You are such a marvel, dear Rocky, what would we have done this year without you?
Stand up, sit down, lay down, aren’t these asana’s fun?
And oh how we treasure hearing your beautiful voice close with the Long Time Sun.
Indeed, our bodies, minds and spirits are connected because of you,
How lucky we are to have you in our lives; for who you are and all that you do.
We do have just one issue, perhaps petty, depending on your point of view,
Susan Calandra gets to have a pose named after her – can we, too?
Whether it’s happy baby, child’s pose, warrior or plank,
Tell us, what special skills do we need to master in order to rank?
Rocky, one more thing, there’s something you should know,
There is a package en-route to you; when it arrives, please pretend it’s wrapped with a bow.
The gift is white; it’ll even coordinate with your Kundalini togs,
Something for the chakras, resonant notes for when we’re doing our down dogs.
While we are at the one-year mark and pandemic conditions are much improved,
We hope to keep our group practice going – as though nothing has moved.
How sweet to be on this journey together, sharing our wellness goals,
We truly thank you, dear Rocky, from our collective hearts and souls.
– Melanie Karsen