Shifting Position

For long

my organs were hypothecated

I was living a borrowed life

lived, outdated.

Now

I have a blue sky

in my eyes,

they see the world

without hired colors;

I have a stream

in my ears,

they listen to the world

flow and fall

with melodies unheard;

I have a stage

in my tongue,

it lives in peace

with words and tunes

unsaid, unsung;

My hands have a mountain

in between

it shivered on my shoulders

bold, loud, fearsome

my head

dead tired for years,

of late it hangs in my arms

rests, vibrates on my lap

steady, stable, serene.