the yoga teacher tells us to be like water.
taking on new shapes as we drift into different stages of life.
but as I lay in Savasana I feel the water coming from my eyes instead,
dripping down my cheeks,
revealing my emotions.
it's in Savasana that I can't hold it in anymore,
it all wells up from the breathing, the chanting and all the letting go.
and decides to show itself among strangers in this crowded room.
does the teacher notice?
or does it blend in with the sweat on my face?
or maybe they just know not to ask if everything is okay,
and instead they can see,
that as much as I try and be,
i'm not like water,
i'm just human.