Notes from the Cederberg

Shadows climb
these shape-shifting mountains,
changing with
the changing light.

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This harsh and unforgiving light,
this slow attrition –
of sheer and splintered stone,
of baked and cooling earth –
purifies my sight, moves me closer
to what it is I mean to say.

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Above the valley’s dark:
ripening clusters of stars
dripping light.

 - Eduard Burle