I Belong to Beautiful

A glistening sun-baked day Blue sky reverberates into deeper blue Light shimmers in pixels A yellow butterfly flutters against the petals of a flower, Like a piece of paper caught in a breeze, It lilts and lolls and lifts lazily A dog shifts on the cool concrete floor Stretches legs and rolls over murmuring On the edge of the shady bird bath, A Cape robin pauses, flashing eyes, a red breast Then it dives in, wings whirling like windmills as it sings sweetly to the silence of a summer day I watch from the stoep as life eases and settles into a rhythm of peace, Slowly unfurling: An African day winds down, seamlessly And I feel the solace of true belonging Not the myth, not the stories Just the letting go of all it's pieces.