|Mother whale and her calf just off Muizenberg.|
reminds me of our humanity.
Once sad grey, wanting to weep,
then angry and violently mad,
the waves relentlessly rolling in,
as the orange-sun sets with a grin.
its 'turquoise-tranquility' watched
is the traveller’s balm
while the sea storm
teams with life
it also takes a life; someone's death bed
and swallowing the dead.
we live with complexity
of contrasting treasures
and desperate-dark measures:
Humanity is infinitely interesting.