Entangling wind has my
dark, wild hair in a tight knot.
it’s a wild, bad hair day,
we’re off to a rocky start.
funny how the plans go
by the wayside on days like this,
buffeting the fynbos
and yet, the Cape’s late summer wind
clears the air and spreads seeds;
breathless experiences flow
the sky glows, the heat hangs
the spirit-filled world all around