heading towards the drylandsroad unravelling in the heat beyondand beyond and beyondcrossing rivers with names that once wereseekoei, olifant and leeuenboschfolding their green secretsinto damp seams of memoryand shaded river grasspassing fields of wind turbinestowering the grey veld and termite mounds and we yearn and lean across the distancetailing the long mountainswatching soil change from…
we fetched water together from the spring on that other mountain, wind flattened and blooming almost familiar. i carried it with me, drove the 450km from her home through places with soil so rich in iron that ploughing has bled red furrows across quiet hills. past fields of wind turbines slow on the flat lands.…