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| Artwork and photo by Kim Goodwin (Tankwa Artscape, Tankwa Karoo, 2019) |
The seed is not dead
the
seed pushes its heart against the drought
the
smell of earth and growth screams screams Belonging
in
the ephemeral breath
The
seed pushes its heart against the mutilation
in
the race of the egos
the
smell of sprouting and radication screams screams Belonging
in
the tunnels of the inextinguishable survival
The
seed is not dead
not
on the mountain nor by the sea
not
in the forest nor in the desert
nor
in the baptismal fire of the sun
where
it lies with cuts through its skin
The
seed is the silent voice in the cosmos
waiting
with rain wind and hail
the
seed is present at all deliberations and decisions
the
seed peers through the ground of secrets and in the hearts of children
the
seed that just wants to sprout in the sun of the Karoo is everywhere
the
seed grown into a tree radiates through the whole world
the
seed grown into a forest rises to the stars
Without
a leaf
*Die saad wat wou leef
op die grond van weerloosheid
Die
saad is nie dood nie
die
saad stoot sy kern teen die droogte
wat
Behoort skreeu skreeu die geur van grond en groei
in
die verganklike asem
Die
saad stoot sy kern teen die verminking
in
die jaagtog van die ego’s
wat
Behoort skreeu skreeu die geur van ontkieming en vasworteling
in
die tonnels van sy onblusbare oorlewing
Die
saad is nie dood nie
nog
by die berg nog by die see
nog
in die woud nog in die woestyn
nog
in die folteringsvuur van die son
waar
hy lê met snye in sy vel
Die
saad is die stille stem van die kosmos
op
wag met reën wind en hael
die
saad is teenwoordig by alle oorwegings en besluite
die
saad loer deur die grond van geheime en in die harte van kinders
die
saad wat net wou spruit in die son in die Karoo is orals
die
saad wat ‘n boom geword het rank deur die wye wêreld
die
saad wat ‘n woud geword het groei deur die hele sterrestelsel
Sonder
‘n blaar
* 'n her-interpretasie van Ingrid Jonker se Die Kind
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