Connected

I hike to the top, lay out on a red warm rock and feel the sun on my skin. The rock over-looks the Green River; I can hear the birds and the wind. Now this is a sun salutation. Arms stretched up high, face at the sky, I am connected. My intention-to vibrate with the universe. Hands in prayer position then down on the ground; I spring back to plank. I feel strong. My arms could hold me in this position for a long time. I sink into the first downward dog of the day, after rowing down the river all morning-the stretch in the back of my legs and the sun still draping over my skin makes me sink deeper into the earth. I return to plank, because I am strong. The sun invigorates my muscles and the plank that I so usually dread holding for such a long time, calls me to sustain the asana, I accept with baited breath. Minutes pass as I move from pose to pose, the sun sits softly on my skin and the wind cools me as the sun begins to set. My long sleeves go on and I lay, still, connected, focused, intent.  I hum with the universe.