Moulting
A post-election poem of hope

We are closer to the rainbow
than before –

the parties’ banners show
red, yellow, green, and blue.

May our leaders’ plans and visions
mingle as such colours can,

make orange, indigo, and violet, too,
to complete the good Bishop’s dreams for this land.

And the pot be a bud,
wealth and wisdom the flower.

Our skins shed words –
‘black’ and ‘brown’ and ‘white’ give way –

ranging from shell pinks over earth’s warm sands to wet rocks
we glint

in answer
to sun and stars and moon.

- Silke Heiss, 11 May 2014