(for Gail 1957 - 2011)
adventurista, outdoor child, sunburned laugh
you
at the helm of your truck
that you rode
chariot-like
from (& to) those great places ...
is a pillar stronger
for being set
on two wheels?
... perpetual rotations of family; circles of love
... the continua of the comradely spirit
on the gravel road
cycling along, the
pleasures and exertions
of the circular world
within
children, always there
in the comfort & velvet & lived-in texture
of the hearth(s)
kids always around
on the edges
huddling, talking, playing, evaluating
forming new centres
& we the knots of restlessness
in the corner of the eye
kids ... prime in space & time & new dimensions
kids leaning comfortably
on the pivot
debates & conversations, gritty and spirited
the chatter ...
at food-laden tables;
intently, eyes & laugher
peeling away the stories
of schools, book clubs & holiday places
eyes & words
tugging at
the tangled tendrils
of government policies
we, observed by drinking glasses
the rims
moistened by
the last drops of wine
ah, water-diver
lead us
from Lindani/Welkom/Sakatia
to
the bluegreen beyond, to
new & pink-streaked worlds
to new terrains, just up ahead ...
Frank Andrew
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