Undergirdings of stone

filaments of steel

elements needling the sinews

that entwine my bones

Longmarket street, overport city, hillbrow edge, yeoville heart

the reformed warehouses of salt river

nooks & fissures

of the itinerant mind

Inside, cool air

& brisk fumes

flit in through windows

like silver-grey butterflies & brown leaves

house of prayer, house of mister biswas, house near torn trees, house rebuilt from ruin, house of understanding and ...

House of cracked walls, house left skew

from underground vibrations

many rooms, filled with small contentments, roomed with souls

stairs at once rising & descending

windows offering morsels

of cloud therapy

By dusk, a blend of light & dark

by day, strengthened light peers in, zephyrs in

with warm washes

on shoulders of old couches

brushing earthy colours

words get timbre in the greyness

colours speak