I’m pretty sure the headline meant
the body, with an image of a woman
with leg in the air, actually
stretching.

But my mind went to trees lengthening
their long spines toward the light,
bending as necessary, or perhaps
by desire,

and I thought again how fortunate
I am to be able to fold at the waist,
give my own flexible backbone a break,
and—really, how simple,

rising on a long breath—to imagine
my skull opening a tiny bit, lifting
toward the light, stretching toward
what is possible,

even if I’m not quite tall enough
to perceive it. Yet.