Morning Raga

Thanks to yesterday's rant I received more visitors than ever before on a single day (309). Today I resume regular programming, with a little poem I wrote.

Morning Raga

It’s a dazzling solo
demanding complete concentration:
nudge the sun higher

cue chittering birdsong
offer yellow-skinned bananas
to a blue bowl.

All my arms are busy.
I hum a sloka of great power.
My feet trample the hell out of
demon Inertia.

It’s a virtuoso turn
and I dedicate it to you
with a cup of coffee.

You receive it and smile
holding your hand above my head
in the gesture which means
‘Daughter, be always victorious.’