Blown a bit out of myself

Written by: De Waal Venter

The cloudscape changes 
and floods excited crowds of sunlight 
on a patch of playful sea, 
turning fat green hills 
into toyful bumping buses. 

The wind turns her back, 
shows me her cold white legs, 
striding away. 

The land is blackgreen, 
the sky is dark coffee; 
there is no exit sign. 

She rips open the sky, the wind, 
with a naughty laugh, 
she breathes sea sand through my hair. 

I do love you after all, she sings softly; 
old apricot flavoured philosopher, 
you ancient jingly bag of thoughts. 

I love you 
even though I cannot take you