shed skin

forgiven

Wandering in the Tokai Arboretum this week, I came upon a grove of eucalyptus trees with their trunks smooth and shining. The last strips of the previous year’s bark were being sloughed off like the spent skin of a snake, revealing the purity beneath. Through the gift of forgiveness, we too can release the past and make a fresh start.

         

forgiven

Marble virgins
standing naked,
unashamed
as a guiltless child.

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The past released
falls to your feet,
discarded
like a ragged skirt.

ImageIn newborn skin
you smoothly shine:
forgiven,
nothing left to hide.

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feather

between the winds

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Today has the texture
of silk sheets and cashmere
after seasons of sackcloth
scratching the skin.

 I’ve lived like the wind. May
this still day remind me,
soft as feathers on water,
to breathe gently in.

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kirstenbosch afternoon

blatt … oh dear!

I have a deep, irrational fear of cockroaches. They belong the Order of Insects called ‘Blattodea’ – a name that proved prophetic for one particular cockroach that I encountered this week on my nature solo. His apparent determination to get ‘up close and personal’ with me ended badly for him. The revulsion I felt towards this small creature unsettled me, and left me with many questions.

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Mountain cockroach
Aptera fusca
Scuttles with intent towards me
Across the lawn
On which I lie –
Suddenly it prepares to fly.

Primal terror
(out of proportion
to its tiny size) controls me.
Off with my shoe –
I’m scared of you!
Blatt, blatt, blatt! Oh dear – it’s over.

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