I used to take pride in my ability to stand on my head with my palms flat on the floor forming a triangle with my head or yoga style head cupped in my hands and forearms to elbows taking the weight I could kick up one leg following the other to come together and form a perfect column or I could tippy toe towards my trunk balance my knees on my jutting elbows lift my hips through ninety degrees then raise both legs skywards or I could tuck my knees in and unroll upwards like a punga* frond perfectly controlled powerful exultant I remember the feeling of triumph when I balanced there the soles of my feet visible to God my blood pounding and pooling in my head upside down against the world loving it