Laurel Feigenbaum
All I Wanted
All I wanted to do this morning
was get out of bed.
Pick up my old life.
Do my ablutions.
Dress. Make a protein shake.
That’s all I wanted.
Jump in the car. Green light my way.
Join yoga classmates.
Pick up my old life.
Grab mat, bolster, blocks, blanket.
Sit cross-legged.
Breathe.
After, order coffee or tea at the bakery.
Share a scone or cinnamon twist.
That’s all I wanted.
Instead I’m home, alone
in a room with Zoom.
A make-shift imitation of my old life.
A flat screen and thumbnail images.
Om, Namaste in virtual yoga.
Not at all how I expected to spend
these last single-digit years of my life.