Yoga Poses Doubt

This is an entry for the Full Moon contest:

Out in the middle of nowhere

sat a studio bungalow, encircled by colossal conifers

and concealed inside was a yoga class.

An outsider,

I was looking in,

into the circle of faces and into my own distant separation.

I was in between two yogis Kim and Karo.

Our teacher announced, "There is conflict."

Karo focused on Kim and said, "Not us, we get along well."

I was out of place,

inside and out.

The day signified the ending to anymore classes.

Bodies clutched to each other,

this yoga pose was called Goodbye.

I embraced the teacher and her mouth beamed

emitting warmth.

She was an Indian summer.

"You're so funny,' I was informed by her.

My mouth reflected back her sentiments

but my eyes became lachrymose.

Nearby, my friend or fiend regarded me and confessed,

"I'm going to hug Kim...

but not you."