Footsteps..
Cape Town, Ladies’ Mile, Devil’s Peak, Nature speaks, no traces though.
Mountain top, the clouds it smokes, heveans high, inexplicable flow.
Another milestone, memoire, but the limestone refuses to respond.
Cutting corners, the peak doesn’t allow, there is only one way to bond.
Turning back seems useless, cookie cutting downtown, Headfirst.
Atlantic, my inner core turns whole upon immersing in its shores.
Skyscrapers off course, the birds glide around this gigantic mirror of the sky.
Cold as winter, bold I shiver, feeling at the mercy of a macaroni kelp. Nature’s help to rewire the liar.
A seagull steps on hot sand, I step on hot dreams, it cools down now.
It stares at me, I stare at the sun, an unexpected wave washes us both as we learn to unlearn who we are.
Masterclass, footsteps, letting go of one’s own traces.
Handwalk, antigravity, we invent the game of no fame.
Crwaling in the sand, flying upside down, why not?
Icarus, pays a visit.
Hey man, thanks for the advice.
We’ll see you up there.
Or down there.
Or elsewhere.
The Freedom Swim.
To swim freely. Finally.
Nelson Mandela, sends a jellyfish with a message:
#norush
“Escape yourself, not the prison”
Walk barefoot, walk backwards.
And find the footsteps to your true words.
