The horizon here seems
to go on forever,
jagged blue edge of land
cutting deep into white-cloud sky.

The milky way comes into focus above us;

I had forgotten
about the stars.

He remembers standing,
huddled in hundreds,
black night blanket hiding
military skin uniforms
and freedom songs riding
high on African wind.


This is my last night on this land;

The long karoo
spreads out before us
and we sit, perched above it

Guitars strum in circles,
deep man-woman harmony
echoing through the cold blue night.

Winter sets in on this quiet dessert.

You are in my blood—
the drum beating in the moonlight
and the loud beauty of open land;
You are in my soul.