Under the sky
remembering
desert places
in the flesh,
remembering
moving
in the flesh,
in touch.
Moving,
deep rooted,
in touch
in a Cedarberg graveyard,
deep rooted
desert places
in a Cedarberg graveyard
under the sky.
Jan
28
2007
The Monthlies' Blog 
Dear Carohn
Still seeing with eyes that “patina”-ate, beautiful old pictures. I am appreciating more now than when I knew you, and still the desert african sun seers that little blue black boy in me
In australia the same sun shines a softer light, less stark. The pictures in your blog suggest the afternoon shadows in a dry land, and I have wandered home. Another evocation to Ceres or other afrcian goddesses?