Longing by Ttynnare Kneecss
(A poem in the free Trectistic form)
I feel alone
among people running to and fro –
however, I long for that place in the fynbos
where I hear
only the waves and the birds —
languidly sighing the sea, songs in the Milkwoods below.
But I know
even there, summer is almost over.
Presently winter’s rain will sift over the city again.
