My heart is Canadian

My heart is Canadian,
and so is my body
my muscles and bones
live in a socialist society,
communally.

No dictator, but strings
of tendons, tissues and
bones listening to one
another.

No celebrity muscle.
no part that needs
more attention because
it feels distant from the others.

Sometimes my Canadian body
gets sick. But have an internal
medicare system, and thanks
to Tommy Douglas, an external one too.

I move into postures in a Canadian way;
I go for a beer afterward because that too,
is union.

I try to teach yoga as a Canadian.
A melting pot of practices
no need to brand it. We are
in this together, aren’t we?