Kloof Nek to Hout Bay

two meandering souls

a quiet sail
a breeze with eyes focus’d
straight ahead

destin’d to collide
into each other’s arms

a swim to enjoy
in anxious waters

or maybe to chase a lost ball
emblazon’d with the portrait
of a child kyodo

while dreams the steersman
of a cosmic night
with Twelve apostles
in his wake

Alley of the Lost

o’er the Bermuda Sea
opes randomly
a triangular doorway

its guests transmit’d
on a one-way ticket
to an unseen mystery

while failures of hi-tech
continue to enhance
the myth… or its veracity