THE WIND CAME

THE WIND CAME

the wind came
blew me to
Timbuktu

all of which time
I found myself praying
that it might treat
you more softly

gently, with
more care

         waft you
somewhere that
could not be more
congenial

more conducive to
the realisation of
all your basic
and
   more intimate
   desires

viewed from
       where I find myself
so
   far, far, far
from you