Interiority complex

That space an open secret (Photo: Faye Sarras)

Nestled in the shade
Supporting all my age
Timbers, tiles and sediment
I sat where none could see
That space an open secret
Once she sang on that stage
Cymbals, smiles and sentiment
Neither her voice nor eyes did fade.

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