By Roger G McDonald
Back to knitting
Once more westward. Johannesburg returns.
There is where the real job must begin,
with no apparent end. My conscience burns.
Vacation first, then work? Is that a sin?
Is duty always pleasure’s doleful twin?
Still, Zan continues knitting. It’s her form
of meditative music, and we know
its pace informs a universal norm.
We leave behind our bush cathedral, slow
to say farewell, but knowing we must go.
(to be continued)