CORACLE
am out on a coracle
in the Umgeni
being videoed for
some arts project, now
here on a sandbank reading
my poetry
maybe some water molecules
in that river
mathematically certain
to have flowed in that
small river
flowed past my house
as a child
Southwest gathering its
strength out
into the
Irish sea
and the music
backwash of that river there in all
those albums I
bought or
my parents bought
for me
changing
all inner landscapes, altering
the mindset
out into deep space grooved
into Witwatersrand gold
there to speak for
you
speak for me
every arresting chord change, lyric that
could not help itself from
imprinting everywhere,
everybody,
every single thing
me in my coracle you in
your
sudden technicolor sky
with diamonds
yellow submarine
