Settubanda Sarvangasana --Bridge Pose

On this cold floor, hoisting
my hips, I am standing
in the canyon, waiting
for the full moon to rise.
And now, the sky
so empty in the daylight,
swells full of secrets,
like a darkened hall
before the concert starts,
till a thin sliver of light,
golden, almost a sound,
skims the rock, and the moon,
with a clash of cymbals,
breaks free of the canyon walls.