Morning Raga

fans gasp from above
on their morning workout,
relieved from crinkling wrappers,
pills pop out -
metal takes on metal
grating blades on tinkling glass,
screams from a banshee
lost in the world of Mine Craft,
morning news unravelled
in softly swishing folds,
the cellphone then sings
a story of love retold,
distant birdsong beckons
a form unsettled, yet alive
to the sounds of the morning
that ebb and flow like the tide;
and then she rises
like a whale from the deep,
a moment of silence - elusive,
now she slips back to sleep.