Stood in the garden sinking the chi
I open and close the door
I push and I pull
I embrace the moon
Then part the horses mane
I turn my hands into clouds
I make a hook and single whip
The snake creeps through the grass
And the golden rooster stands on one leg
The old man digs in the garden
And I fire arrows from my bow
I brush my knee and push
Stood in the garden doing Tai Chi
© Andrew J Sinclair