After spending three days at Umfolozi, we made our way to Cape Vidal. We stayed in a charming log cabin by the beach. While strolling on the beach I watched a man who was looking out at the expansive Indian Ocean. Later that day, I sat on my bed and watched the monkeys playing in the trees. I wrote the stranger a little poem.
What are you thinking of Man on the Rock?
Are you sad, frustrated, bored, pensive, peaceful?
Do you look to the sea for an answer?
Or are you thankful?
Or are you just being?
Are you tired of words, suggestions, opinions?
Does the breeze toss the dusty cobwebbed tribulations across the Indian ocean where they will dissolve and become untraceable?
Am I doing more thinking than you?
Should I find my own Cape Vidal rock from which to counsel my fragile self?
Maybe I'm not brave enough for that yet,
To rid my mind of words, of feelings, of anxious thoughts and kooky ideas.
My security blankets of suffocation.
To draw a blank is a brave thing.
To draw a blank is a brave thing.
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