Knitting for Africa (part 10)

by Roger on July 13, 2011

By Roger G McDonld

Pulse of the Bush

Our high thatched dwelling sits above the river:
The Crocodile (Ngwenya) forms the line
where, to the north, Kruger will deliver,
or withhold, its secrets. But now it’s time
to bow to heat, then toast the sun’s decline.

A knock. Sandy spreads across the ceiling.
A daughter beckons us to meet the dawn.
The air’s warm as blood. You get the feeling
you’re one beat in the bush’s pulse. Mid-yawn,
your eyes rotate. And now you’re nature’s pawn.
(to be continued)

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