I fell into the sky
of Knysna
when it opened

I love being wet
and, for a while,
being part of this town;
cold yet safe,
in vacuum yet liberated,
one part of its 80,000
…surprisingly alive!

I’m a cloud taxiing
on the runway
of the Garden Route

I’m the clarity
in consciousness
because I know
where I’ll be next

I’m just a raindrop
waiting quietly to explode…

…at home.