Sous le Pommier

Shiatsu session 
(For Mark) 

He unrolls a purple futon 
places a pillow at its head. 
I lie on my front, imagine 
floating in summer seas. 
 
He spreads his hands 
settles them, warm 
at pressure points 
on my aching shoulder. 
 
He works his way 
across my back, down 
my legs to bare feet. It’s 
a silent time, comforting. 
 
Turn in your own time, 
he says. I lie on my back. 
Fingers touch my neck, 
eyes, the top of my head. 
 
He stands, calls on spirits, 
the sun, the shiatsu gods … 
I don’t know. Session over, 
a sense of utter peace. 
 
Moira Andrew