Poem on The Drabble: The Final Pose

By Mark Tulin

I’m not afraid of death.

I practice it every day in my 8 a.m. yoga class. I lie there without a care in the world, feeling nothing but eternity.

I close my eyes with the lights turned low and the sounds of life muted and blurred, knowing that eventually, I will have…
—  thedrabble.wordpress.com/2019/05/06/the-final-pose/

The Final Pose by Mark Tulin


I’m not afraid of death.
I practice it every day
in my 8 a.m. yoga class,
simply lying there
without a care in the world,
feeling nothing but eternity.

I close my eyes
with the lights turned low
and the sounds of life
muted and blurred,
knowing that eventually
I will have a resting place
in the great unknown.

It’s a memorable pose.
A reminder of what I’ve done,
who I’ve met,
things I’ve accomplished
in my little speck of time.

It’s like any other pose
I might take,
except this one is supine
with no heartbeat
or breath.