Back and forth the interpretation
Of events vacillate
Now here, now there.
Now you are leaping from the stern
Of a great yacht into crystal seas
Receiving your hilarity.
Now you are on the verge of a cliff
Wondering how you got there,
Now you are with the birds swooping
Over rooftops, free to come, go
Now you are carrying loaded
Baggage from one train platform to
Another, getting lost easily.
Then you are finding a map well worn
By other eager travellers, discerning
Wisdom appears as graffiti on the
Truth arises from the gutter,
Where ferns grow in earnest.
Up the side of half a mountain
With half a mountain to go.
The view will only look this way,
From here, now.
Photography - Candice Swanepoel