I made a stream flow above me

I made a stream flow above me

In Emoyeni

Water long stagnant,

I hacked mindlessly at beauty – and weeds

With roots as tangled and deep as falsehood itself

‘We will grow again’ they mock to the swoosh of running water

I raise my hand from the loosened ground

And feel the coolness slip through my fingers

My reflection lowers her hand

And lifts me high as the sun

Where, from the vastness of space, beauty had celebrated its pruning

By multiplying as far as the air could reach

Back on the path,

The Good Enough Mother and I collect pretty stones along the way

She doesn’t mind the roots we’ve left behind.


Julia Rutherford

Emoyeni, May 2017

© Julia Rutherford