The South

Constantia Heights

Constantia Heights with her green belt

Sparkling pearls and quiet comfort — towers

Fynbos dunes lost in pallid plains and flats

The restless Cape Doctor ruffles my hair

Shakes people and tickles old oaks — scatters

Relics and phantoms into the pale sky

Ants wrestle desperately in the long grass

I wrestle black ink on white paper

We wrestle institutions of the past

Hottentots Hollands mountains sits quieted

Observant, dark, grey and distant — ponders

The ocean’s weight / The swoop of a swallow

Benedikt Sebastian

Originally published at strangeandlove.com