On the banks of the Bosque you show me Qi Gong.
You pose for me like a crane or a snake
arms raised, palms out, breath.
My body copies.
on a single clump of grass,
white reeds as my mantra.
We come together in breath, touch lips
and breathe together, one stance to the world.
You tell me your sword
rests on the opposite edge
of the continent
and I imagine you naked,
here on the banks of the Rio Grande
legs apart, arms outstretched —
your silver sword glinting in the sunlight.
Jules Nyquist lives in Albuquerque and is the creator of the Poetry Playhouse studio at Factory on 5th Art Space. She received her MFA from Bennington College, VT and loves to play with poetry and form. Her website is www.julesnyquist.com