“African Roads”

The open road heals my broken heart
with soulspace and the danger of beauty,
the promise of possibilities unknown
lurking just beyond the next corner
as I drive along a wet farm road,
the clouds like massive battle ships
rolling across the land to breach
their watery hulls on the mountains
visible in the hazy velvet distance.

The baptised tarmac forms a mirror,
a thin strip of sky to drive on,
dodging corners and clouds
as Africa calls and my body aches
full of a feeling it does not know,
a feeling that can never be known
in this land of open spaces and
places which stick in your flesh
like the thorn trees that grow here,
lonely sentries of the plains
put there to stand watch and wait
for the coming battle clouds
and the changing of the seasons.

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