Not one simple sound performs the surya namaskar.
Awake are the birds with clear calls that spring into jigs,
and crows throwing husky shouts into the air like shotputs.
A melange of twitters turn into arias that
compete for a place in the open sky.
The brush of a straw broom as it grazes the ground,
sweeping the ever present dust and
pushes the fallen leaves aside to begin a clean new day
...OM
The sound that broke the universe
into its glorious self
breaks the morning as a neighbor prays.
The fruit seller strikes a bell and calls
a nasal ditty as he pushes his rickety cart,
laden with the weight of pineapples
A truck engine burps.
Cars honk their presence to the school buses.
The city brims with life
before the sun has fully stretched its arms over the sky.
