Transvaal    November 1988

South African Politics in the Light of Nature

The silken threads of sunlight

Fall gently on the crystal water

The breeze weaves through the threads

Combing the long grass westwards.

Suddenly a form of a hand

Cuts the silken threads

And lets them fall

Like lightning

Groaning and striking towards the earth.

The breeze transformed to a vicious wind

Ripping the roots of the grass.

The water grows black

Tearing its banks

And roaring aloud.

A turmoil of elements

Flashes and fights

Until a rainbow

Shines abright

Leaving the raindrops

Shine

And sparkle

With the warmth of the threads.