Turning my hips to square over
scissored legs in the air
would aptly define counterintuitive
in my mind. I feel tendons
groan mid-stretch. I remind
myself, I don’t have to do this.
I can stay locked in the same
set of movements day after day
till I’m hobbling down the street too.

So, rather, I face the groans and gently work
and hotly breathe to open up and move
counter to, not my intuition, but to my
day to day ways. Intuition is what
gets me in here, stretching and groaning.