Awakening

I stood isolated,
u     n     r     e     e     l     i     n     g
in the summer of your love;

lost my will and reason,
tongue stuck in my jaw –
a mind with all its lights
put out. I have lived

like a foot, standing
and fallen. Vaguely,

life leaks away in my arms.
I hold your crooked heart,
lifeless in appearance, only
half-meaning to awaken.

Shloka Shankar, 2015

Remixed works:
The Old Playhouse, by Kamala Das
Daddy, by Sylvia Plath
Spring and All, by William Carlos Williams
Conversation, by Elizabeth Bishop
A Noiseless Patient Spider, by Walt Whitman
As I Walked Out One Evening, by W. H. Auden