Out of the desert
abundant baobabs,
a community of matriarchs
whose bodies split atoms of rock
and fists shake in a rumble of rain
refusing to fall.
I stand in your shade
in the fall of milk flowers
eating wild flesh of your seeds.
Green oracle, hot in the afternoon
warm in my palm
cupping kalahari.
-- Shortlisted Sol Plaatje EU Poetry Anthology, voll III, Jacana, 2013.
Featured at The Red Wheelbarrow on 2 June 2022
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