Kwa Zulu Natal
      


       This is a time 
       of season,
       a time 
       of night,
       when sugar cane flames
       cloud the stars,
       when the moon alone
       holds long sway through the African dark;

       When by day
       the grass, the trees, the flowers too 
       lose their color, lose their light
       and the sun holds short sway
       in the smoldering light;

       When by parted day 
       and murmuring dusk
       I see the drift of me
       in smokey streets
       of me in the rolled and unrolled countryside,
       and think I see who it is
       who set this fire that
       mists the stars that
       steals the light,
       who separates me 
       by day, by night,
       from possibility
       and desire.



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