FROM DAWN TO DUSK
The sun brings the step of joggers trailed by
dogs wagging for the half-light companionship.
A bell delivers steamy tea. Waking bodies congregate
for yoga's synchronized weave of breath, backing
the flutes of birdsong.
The campus settles into work - gardens are tended,
dances planned, and office telephones buzz. Each
gurukul blossoms with the rhythm of hands, feet,
wood, voice. A short respite and then, ankle bells
taking up just where they have left off - the
shadows of weak technique again to be expunged.
A rhythm develops, confidence begins to pulsate
in tandem with the wane of a teacher's corrections,
and the lessons take hold.
A conch shell blows at sunset to mark the winding
down of day. And the last bell, dinner, hastens
the final spices of form and expression to meld
with the food and fatigue which will fill the
dancers till morning.