THE BRIGHT FIELD
I have seen the sun break through
to illuminate a small field
for a while, and gone my way
and forgotten it. But that was the pearl
of great price, the one field that had
the treasure in it. I realise now
that I must give all that I love
to possess it. Life is not hurrying
on to a receding future, nor hankering after
an imagined past. it is the turning
aside like Moses to the miracle
of the lit bush, to a brightness
that seemed as transitory as your youth
once, but is the eternity that awaits you.
RS Thomas

Exhaling deeply,
again push your bottom and hips upwards,
arms aligned straight with your head.