for Rachel M. & Durban
#Africa #baobab #baobabtree #birds #blonde #body #durban #feathers #flowers #roots #shade #southafrica #sun #vibrant #vivid
It was a wet signature. Full of emotion. Full of eroticism. Still wet, with sweat
Red lights flaring like Roman candles at empty intersections. Headlights wanding like blind men’s sticks
Circa ‘50s Wichita. Your mother, Gladys, going for her blue rinse,
It arrives on a warm white cloud. It arrives on soft rolls of ocean waves along a sand pebbled shore. It arrives on a bed
Burnished at first, then blemished— an earthly foreshadowing. Then bearded for a while.
The courtly old lady, widowed for decades, and her calico cat, who take each afternoon sun
Quite a sight to behold: a woman of sun, reclining on the grass, in a meadow, abundantly recumbent, hair and limbs lush with heat
Sunny jaunts, now-and-again treats, with cousins, siblings; and parents along but somehow invisible.
How deeply are you living, friend? How sense-deep. How heart, and
Land dwellers. Sea rovers. Tillers. Spelunkers. Before you ask the questions many ask; have asked since man
Be still now with the Earth. Still with the Sun, the Land, Sea
It’s an early Spring morning of bellsong and birdsong, sunsong
However tender, and moist. The golden skin, supremely crisp. The stuffing,
All the way. Your eyes, senses, sensibilities. Fill them
While the town sleeps and dreams behind me. And pined islands lay silently, invisibly off the salt-tongued shore.