Close(d) Corners

Sometimes alone (Photo: Faye Sarras)

Pavement upon which they tread
the characters and what they read
in shadows murky, sometimes alone
Bearing, cutting, carving stone.
Entries to those thoughts I found
on ink-stained bamboo strips were bound
In so many years, tears dried by dust
Once dripped behind windows where dry they must

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..