I on the far side of the west coast
Where the nest of Thekwane laid,
beautifully crafted and carefully placed
on the highest branch of the gum tree.
My eyes ahead of my journey.
The wind came first and the rain came second
and I came last, rigid in my raincoat.
Took minor steps to the north then came to a halt.
I remembered how good Thekwane had been to me.
I waved goodbye to her and set out on my pilgrimage.
Across the dusty African dunes. I gazed
from a clear glance. I could see far north
a dazzling morning star rising with a smile
to welcome me from my journey at least.
I then took my bow and arrow and headed far
north to a warmer place.