Now etched upon my sight
Your streets, sidewalks, and smiling faces
Meeting you for the Yoga Festival, I am home.
Mountains stretch upward on an inhale;
Tadasana walls of granite and sandstone.
Here, I watch beauty and backpacks merge
In a haze of sweat summoned by the climb.
Blessed by the view from the top, we are one.
Love of what the eye can see and the heart can feel
Draws us home, to a place we’d never been.