Category: Poetry

  • Skipping Rope (Retreat Poem #7)

    By Walt Opie

    “Be interested in whatever is happening!”Sayadaw U Tejaniya

    We are in silence.

    I’m downstairs alone in the yoga room.

    A fellow yogi comes in,

    closes the door, kneels and begins

    going through a box of various

    gym objects.

    She finds a jump rope

    with wooden handles,

    steps to the center

    of the room, starts

    skipping rope,

    laughter spilling out of her.

    She keeps going,

    but not like a boxer

    in training—

    more akin to a kid,

    jumping and stopping,

    smiling to herself.

    I lift 15lb weights

    in my corner,

    imagining her

    some decades ago.

    Later we eat lunch beside each other

    in the dining hall

    as if total strangers.