Diana van den Berg (4 November 1945 / Durban, South Africa)
Open smiling eyes
to philosophical horizons
that embrace the world.
Sing songs lower than Ivan Rebroff
and higher than a skylark flies
and caress the music
with primal understanding.
of a shongololo
for but a nanosecond,
so as not to frighten his little heart,
as all his little legs
perambulate his long beauty forward.
Inhale the sweet, hypnotic scent
of acacias’ little sungold puffballs,
looking ever upward,
adoring the shapes of azure infinity
between the long-thorned branches.
Savour the mountain-fresh waters
of a chattering stream
and meditate the moment into poetry.
Unleash your heart open-wide
and take off towards the sun
with abundant joy
and paint the skies wild
of which rainbows have not yet dreamed.
(22 August 2011)
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