There's something organic  about the structure. On top  we toss the downed  birch branches, the twigs,  the hollow stalks of  daylilies, sometimes criss and sometimes cross. Inexorable as gravity ...  [+]

All the long arc of darkness, from frog call to bird call, past the earth's midnight yawn.
Turning from side to side,  arranging limbs: hand coming to rest in hand, feet curled together like twins ...  [+]

So I'm lying on the deck in a supine spinal twist, feeling the flow of chi, and watching the clouds change form. 
And they bring back the Baudelaire poem, the speaker who has no one in the world ...  [+]

Desktop peony, drying, shrinking day by day showing her fine bones.
More interesting now than when she was young and plump, fragile and fleeting.

About the Author: Cheryl Caesar is an ex- ...  [+]

I. First your body lets go of its habitual temperature.  The waters within you cool to the waters outside.  This is the moment of surrender,  like the first of the Twelve Steps.
Then your feet lift ...  [+]