the pain of thinking, of the mind

Dear mind, suffering far away,
I am writing to you on the other side of the earth.

Belovèd thinker, dwelling on no thought
But pain and the pain of thinking, of the mind,

My mind is on you now. My thoughts,
Lit by a dawn you will not see for hours,

Are with you in your darkness, far away.
I hope it is the darkness of deep sleep,

Dear mind. Belovèd thinker, I hope you wake
Far from estranged trouble, home again

To a good thought, a changed mind.

[Mark Jarman {1952- } 'To a Brainy Child in Distress' from Bone Fires]