Having mislaid it, and then
found again in a changed mind,
stones are like deaths.

(The distant boom of quiet change.)

Only, we are inert spaces
brushed by the half-rhymes of activities
meshed in a world
quicksilvering into water –

threading the event with sight
till meaning rises like a tide through it.

Shloka Shankar, 2016

Remixed works:

Poems by Charles Tomlinson:
A Rose for Janet, Before the Concert, Hill Walk,
In Defence of Metaphysics, The Way of a World,
Against Travel, and All Afternoon