National Poetry Month: Day Three

Triptych

In yoga class I watch the sun
disappear.
The sky grows dark
as I remember the window
is down on the car and perhaps
it is happening already.
My seat soaking up Spring rain.

It comes in waves.
Like glimpsing a once familiar
movie as you slip past
late night channels.
Suddenly you know just where
that slant of light
is going to fall
and what will happen next.

Up to my elbows in hot water
I question every decision
I've ever made.