(for R travelling)

Damp leaves hold the ground
Hair with sunlight sprayed
Feathers on cold earth found
By flying dreams delayed
Warm hands wipe the face
Wind washes fears away
In this field lies no trace
Every heart must have its day.

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..