Your Karoo
Song for the Karoo – Helen Lockhart
Jun
The Karoo…
where the dust settles on my skin
where the wind calls my name,
where my heart beats to every footfall
where the open road spills into the sky above
where the grassy plains wave
where the mountain looms at the end of the road
where my soul aches to live
and yearns to lie down and die
where the windmills crank their weary song
where the stars flash morse code from life far away in the universe
where camels blink in the moonlight
and horses fly on dreams
where roads lead everywhere and nowhere
where people’s faces are etched with the winds of change
where magic and mystery walk hand in hand
down valley roads, glancing over their shoulders, beckoning me with secretive glances
where sacred ibises are hurled against the majesty of the blue sky
where hadedas call the night
where dusty dogs run free in streets of gold
where owls know me by name
where I learned to fly for the first time
where wise men seek the light
where each step is a dance of karoo magic
where the spaces in between are filled by heaven
where the earth is mine
where my soul finds its rest
where peace is in every breath
where I inhale and
know I’ve come home
Just loved this poem. Was told before that this place ‘grows’ on you and from the words here I can believe that now. Well done – and thank you for sharing so vividly…
Poetry of the soul. Inspiration of the Karoo. Beautiful. xx