Along the floor of that class there rippled such rage, as

Woman upon woman waited on mats not rafts, for

Soft music and exercises that thousands of

Penguins badly needing icebergs would not assuage, nor

Rid the women of their coldest or sexiest, or

O so many other desires and drafts.

Such rage and desire incompletely suppressed;

Frustrations submerged in our now

Becoming less lovely, yet increasingly customary

Environment. My feeling was: all this is challenging for

Human beings, never mind any deeply cleansing breaths.

And so, tightly and carefully I re-rolled my mat before

Taking with me, in my haste, too many less than

Charitable imaginings which I may work at learning

(With a smile) to regret, but not repress.

— Poem(s) and painting by William Eaton.