Waiting for the Winds to Change.

You must know

there was no supernatural connection between us
no imagined past falsely constructed
by a lonely man.

Despite the odds - we met.

A measure - the person that you are -
it affected me then
and still.

You transcend desire.

And now - in my twilight zone -
the doldrums come
I find myself -

waiting -

waiting for the winds to change.

Image? HMB Endeavour. December 2019. ‘Half-way’. Wellington to Sydney. The storm abates.