Twenty Years of Sadness

Between the limits of daily routine
The parking spaces of consciousness, dotted lines
Signifying allotted boundaries between then and now
Mental indigestion fails to metabolize the memories
Imagination stoops, bends,
Attempts to recover the broken mind.

Heartbeat

A beating drum

A beating heart

Darkness outside

The pulse beats far, far away from my body

This pulse finds levity with the red earth

This pulse moves with the breath of cattle

With the heat steamed breath from cow to calf

in the kraal,

cloud breath bubble against the Highveld winter

beating as steady as a well practiced drummer

finding rhyme,  finding meaning.