Annette Snyckers

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.