"South Africa"

5
we all
go together
or we don’t
go
at all to
this location
old
as whispers
in stones portal
backwards
towards water
to grass, leaves, peeing
we jump through to
this double blessing (of mine)
to meet a
Genesis
we jump
there to meet each other
in all the facets this
perspectival mapping
we linger at the bottom
of the world in
Antarctica’s pull
behind us the pull
of many tongues all
coming home to encrypted
mountains coiled round Babel’s
birthing alphabets
hospitalities beyond hugging
a cosmic kiss
abundant warm plates
another mother’s lullaby
me and
these sisters of speed
this intrepid one (watch her)
drinking light new air
all netted round now
growing sacs of new light
new scripts.