missing yoga (free verse)

[15_the_circle]

[OT from cottage renovations]

a funny thing happened
on the way to yoga this week.
I was heading home
(earlier than most of the past few days)
with plenty of time to spare
but on getting to the station
(best place to cross the tracks)
encountered David and Shelley and their kids
who invited me to join them for dinner at Hershey's. 

it took no time to come to the conclusion
that bad food in good company
is much better
than good food in bad company
(or any food no company).

it took a little longer to weigh that
against the benefits of class
(to which I had been looking forward for days)
and in verbalizing the option
it seemed to me they seemed
ever so slightly downcast
at the prospect of being blown off. 
would I do that to friends?  no. 

so my next musing-aloud was
whether the wooden railing
around that new low deck
(such a theoretically attractive place
with its wonderful ferroequine view
but in practice a toxic air dump
for the fumes of tobacco and alcohol)
could be used
as a natural-materials bicycle rack
on hearing which
(and I'm sure I flatter myself)
they seemed to brighten
ever so slightly. 

so it came to pass
that I had a lovely time
in a quite unanticipated way
simply visiting and hanging out
over a meal whose general deplorability
I know I never noticed. 

those who live alone
can decide for the committee-of-one
pretty damn quickly
and the spontaneously come-upon chance
for agreeable company
is one at which we might lunge
rather more quickly than seemly. 
I hope they never noticed.