Yoga

Mothers and daughters, lying next to each other
on the floor of a sports centre
are usually refugees, fleeing from
earthquakes, floods, war

We´re both on our backs, looking at each other
on the wooden floor of the old gym
we too are on the run: time is on our heels
turning moments into memories
in the blink of an eye

So we look at each other
and we don´t blink