Much hairdo about nothing

when we think
we are alone
we take our time
the wind blows
through the windows chime
peek the birds
from their nests
sight restrained
repetitiveness
a friend visits
the scene cerebral
for plaits waiting
combed serene
sensing
with patient eyes
wrapped hairs
delicate
in tender smiles

Dr T.P. Wilkinson writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is also the author of Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..