Photo by Ze Boss
My family spent a few days in January at the Cederberg Wilderness Area. The camp we stayed at is called Algeria. Here is a fragment of a chronicle that is still rattling in my head. At the moment this is all I am able to capture.
Photo by Ze Boss
My family spent a few days in January at the Cederberg Wilderness Area. The camp we stayed at is called Algeria. Here is a fragment of a chronicle that is still rattling in my head. At the moment this is all I am able to capture.
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I watched the moon lift herself,
a woman ripe
with twins.
Brimming with awesome fullness,
she heaved her burden of light
over the eastern mountains,
past sandstone peaks,
cubist dream of broken rocks,
deserted cities of the future.
Up she pushed herself
until the blue darkness
surrendered his realm.
The stars felt faint,
their grandeur diminished.
A hush fell upon the heavens
reminiscent
of my wife’s visit
to the clinic.
-o-
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