on a path
my parents took
post-apartheid
post-1994

when we could
at the stroke of a pen
(what was the fuss
and the botheration)

though still there is
segregation
self-inflicted
what with years-past
of the legal stuff

(my mom’s dad
would have revelled
in the winding walk
out Muizenberg
and St James way)

(he who had to
put up with beaches
separated and balkanized
for the greater good
of Apartheid’s Grand Plan)

Bird on a rock
a duiker I am told
by my day’s escort
his partner in front
of the 2 grey-heads
rambling pleasantly along

Bird on a rock
(I amuse myself
thinking Leonard Cohen
is it he of Bird on a Wire)

we on a path
my parents took
post-apartheid
post-1994

Folks from the village-local have me out and about on the unspoiled white-sands of Muizenberg and St James beaches, Sunday 17 February 2019.