The yoga teacher tells me to be mindful
in that way yoga teachers have
of saying simple things
that sound wise
and as the blood gallops to my head
while I perch upside down
I consider this
to be mindful
in the echoing way
she says I should feel
as though I am a dollop of breath
on a prairie field
which makes my nose itch
as it does
when an epiphany looms
because if I was meant
to feel the absence
of the strum of this world
wouldn’t it be mindempty
I float my feet
back to the floor
and scratch my nose
I look around
suddenly hungry
for all of it
I fill my mind
with everything in the room
a defiant binge
I want to tell her
I tasted
every sight.