He’s nervous
Stops his car in the middle of the road
Where do I go for the Breath Work?
Park your car and I’ll lead the way
He’s surprised at the tone of voice
Kindness – an unusual response.
Am I the first to arrive?
His concerns of such things make obvious his hesitations,
His anticipation
How many are coming? The questions fall out of him
The need for certainty clear.
He looks heavy in his body.
What keeps you busy, Tony?
I’ve worked with prisoners all my life.
His long lashes flutter, his brown eyes holding more than colour.
Can this practice cure disease?
He’s ill at ease, there is discomfort inside him and in this space.
It’s possible, Tony
Though hold onto nothing as you enter
And I hope you find
What you are looking for
Gabrielle Gassin 
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