Under the candlelight
In the silence of the early  morning
I sit alone on my mat
One by one 
or several at a time
start marching in
like in a parade
The housewife and her 'to-do list'
The mum and her worries
The teacher and her uncompleted tasks
The body and its needs
The daughter and her regrets
The yoga teacher and her self-doubt
The blogger and her ideas
Loud chitchat
In the silence of the early morning
I softly wave them away
one by one
but they are sneaky and persistent
teaching me to be patient
Tomorrow I'll sit here again
ready to greet them and let them go
over and over again