for Rachel M. & Durban
#Africa #baobab #baobabtree #birds #blonde #body #durban #feathers #flowers #roots #shade #southafrica #sun #vibrant #vivid
Good to mark it each year on the world’s calendar. But I celebrate it every day.
Land dwellers. Sea rovers. Tillers. Spelunkers. Before you ask the questions many ask; have asked since man
What we belong to. What we can point to out there; around us. And what a singular gift. Our innate sentience.
The tender new leaves of the trees, emergently green. The white feathers of the wading egret.
While the town sleeps and dreams behind me. And pined islands lay silently, invisibly off the salt-tongued shore.
When the Moon moves between our Sun, Earth and up-raised eyes, through the long-held breath of our wisdom-keepers,
How deeply are you living, friend? How sense-deep. How heart, and
All the way. Your eyes, senses, sensibilities. Fill them
The limpa from Scandinavia. The ciabatta, and the michetta from Italia, also known as Rosetta. The mantou from China.
My body. Outstretched. On a deck. Between the Sky and the Earth.
Who wore a green plastic visor the color of a ginger ale bottle. Who had a raspy voice and Charles Coburn kind of face. A forever bachelor
Remember that one day you, too, will die. Will cease being here, in body, in breath. Will join all those
Yes. And the rivers. The wind and the rain. The wildflowers. The marshes
After you uncork him and he appears in a serpentine of white smoke. Before he grants you
However tender, and moist. The golden skin, supremely crisp. The stuffing,