In a society addicted to flexion,
It's good to remember to stretch sometime.
In the midst of stooping and hunching, bowing and scraping,
Say to your self "Blessed are the upright!"
Then stand up straight.

Our cement is setting.
Our faces are freezing this way,
In sad, starved frowns and pained expressions.
We 're drawing up taut,
In fetal positions all across humanity
And it should not be so.

Let everyone else try to survive ,
But you, rise over all this
Socially accepted, politically corrected bereavement.
Rise up, out of the ashes of all these wars and hates and divisions and delusions
And LIVE, and smile, and lie out flat on the ground,
And stretch your bones up and out in honor of the Invincible Sun,
And be very happy !

-jenn