i started off exhausted
taking small
careful
steps
and
raggedy
breaths
below, steady rock
encouraged me:
reach up
into your spine stand
stacking tall
feet planted
eyes-closed
palms open
i felt right again
above, kelp gulls
alarmed a wild storm:
bear down
into bone rest
safe in squall
(just past midnight
we lost a piece of our roof—
the neighbours too)
it’s always you
rock, sky, gull gods
who get me
through strange times
After visiting a waterfall in Simon’s Town, Western Cape in July, 2022. I’d arrived feeling broken after a tough week, but was soon repaired. Originally a piece of prose written recklessly (as those gulls soared), this has recently become a poem.
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