Waking sudden and early to rise for no reason
but avoiding resting on the raft of this bed.
Closed eyes help a heart to hear seven unstruck sounds
music where there is only darkness.
The drumming heart of thunder.
A humming of sighing bees.
Breaking waves of breathing surf.
Plucking of a single sitar g-string.
Jingling rhythm of a well-gripped coin belt.
Tinkling of stroking gujdrati silver bangles.
Ringing of lonely hanging ankle bells.
All the salt water evaporates,
until you return as it was, beginning now.
The alarm lightly tosses stone words
breaking an ocean of mirrors, alone.