The winds that blew me off my feet
( Where now is the Paraclete? )
and blew my head around a bit
blew my context - that was it.
Now I'm sort of getting by
( Who's that person I call "I"? )
and picking up the parts that fell -
and what was whole - to get me well.
The winds are gusting round me still
( Whyever do they gust so shrill? ),
but I am quiet and equipped
to mend, if slightly chipped.
Faisal Grant, 09/10/2013.