Saturday, October 28, 2006

Haikus

Almost back to Belford


Home for me is dust,
Rising from a nameless road
Where wind's fingers play.

5 comments:

Dusty Foot Philosopher said...

Tapestry


Brightly colored, yes,
But worn and with frayed edges -
A traveler's soul.

Dusty Foot Philosopher said...

Transkei


High-country knife-edge road
Split sky spits gold-light beam rain
Green hills wet with sun

Dusty Foot Philosopher said...

Indian Ocean Dawn


Naked in the sea:
An otter-child, I frolic...
...Pure, bright, I return.

Dusty Foot Philosopher said...

Another road


Soft Kwazulu mist -
Leaving Durban, driving south -
The rain falls harder.

Dusty Foot Philosopher said...

Bunny Chow at Jonny's Rottis


Hollowed-out bread loaf,
Filled with spicy curry stew:
Durban meets Delhi.