Tags
Durban, Innocence, love, Mahikeng, poem, poetry, Sensual, South African, The Fall, The Garden of Eden
INDIAN OCEAN RAIN
they tell me it’s raining
in Mahikeng
the town has become
Venice of the semi-desert
the roads torn up by
the minor flood
but soon
the dust will swallow
it always does
whilst you and I
are here in Durban
standing illicit in
this very different rain
a summer deluge soaks us
and so no
choice but to
resort to skin
perhaps more than
just our bodies, perhaps
our souls washed by
that warm Indian
ocean rain
and he we are
almost like Adam and Eve
in Eden celebrating
their first rain storm
the lightning from
sky to ground
that just
an icon
of the lightning between them
the raw electricity that courses
through them
manifestation
of an innocence now
beyond our conception
so badly, in that great mythology,
did we fall
so completely lost the memory
of those wilder, instinctive pleasures
which we, in our sublime ignorance,
assure each other that
we cannot but feel
