The yogi flaunted his best postures,
Lotus with knees jointed into nooks
And crannies of the boulder caves,
Elevated and balancing acrobatics,
The closest thing to any levitation
That the boy had ever seen before.
“Words puzzle me,” he said up there,
Then he sighed and was silent again.
When he hopped down after a minute,
The boy was surprised his kneecaps
Were left completely unscathed from
The smooth surface of those stones.