6 on the dot. another cloudy evening
thunder:
grandeur groans and grunts,
welcome the rain.
they fly by
in rhythm under the blue skies.
brisk and swift,
tender swings,
in their wings,
in the wind -
chekeleke!
my hands meet their sway
in compulsion;
a reflex fashioned in conformance,
reminiscent of infancy:
coated fingers in whitish tattoo -
symbolism of innocence
or of adored superstition.
I checked out my fingers,
let out a chuckle,
waved to the rainy sky,
went back to Durban Gen,
as daylight fades.