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Today I Befriend the Person I Already Am
Today I Befriend the Person I Already Am
where Cape winds bend trees horizontal and flatten grass against stone outcrops I find myself waiting, salt-crusted and worn, like driftwood long tumbled at Scarborough's edge
the baboons come down from misty heights mothers clutching infants to their chests watching me with eyes that know something about surviving in exposed places
the baboons come down from misty heights mothers clutching infants to their chests watching me with eyes that know something about surviving in exposed places
I didn't search for this self, just stumbled upon her sitting on a boulder hair tangled by southeasterly arguments skin burnished by decades of harsh light
the peacock's cry tears across afternoon stillness his longing splitting mountain from sky— how familiar that sound, that blue-throated yearning For someone who might never appear
we sit together on this peninsula edge myself and I, drinking silence that stretches across years like fynbos after fire, tough-rooted, patient for the blooming
what strange mercy this is - to recognise my shadow on Porcupine Ridge to trace the outline of my own silhouette against this ancient, folded landscape
the ocean pulls and returns, pulls and returns teaching me how to stand my ground while surrendering everything to the inevitable tide of becoming
I didn't claim this peace, just learned to breathe between heartbeats where my scattered selves gather at twilight like cormorants coming to roost
now we walk the Longbeach coast together my footprints no longer separate from my journey while below, the kelp forests sway in rhythms I finally recognise as my own.
Today I Befriend the Person I Already Am
where Cape winds bend trees horizontal and flatten grass against stone outcrops I find myself waiting, salt-crusted and worn, like driftwood long tumbled at Scarborough's edge
the baboons come down from misty heights mothers clutching infants to their chests watching me with eyes that know something about surviving in exposed places
the baboons come down from misty heights mothers clutching infants to their chests watching me with eyes that know something about surviving in exposed places
I didn't search for this self, just stumbled upon her sitting on a boulder hair tangled by southeasterly arguments skin burnished by decades of harsh light
the peacock's cry tears across afternoon stillness his longing splitting mountain from sky— how familiar that sound, that blue-throated yearning For someone who might never appear
we sit together on this peninsula edge myself and I, drinking silence that stretches across years like fynbos after fire, tough-rooted, patient for the blooming
what strange mercy this is - to recognise my shadow on Porcupine Ridge to trace the outline of my own silhouette against this ancient, folded landscape
the ocean pulls and returns, pulls and returns teaching me how to stand my ground while surrendering everything to the inevitable tide of becoming
I didn't claim this peace, just learned to breathe between heartbeats where my scattered selves gather at twilight like cormorants coming to roost
now we walk the Longbeach coast together my footprints no longer separate from my journey while below, the kelp forests sway in rhythms I finally recognise as my own.