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.