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.