the moving clouds allow slivers of moon
and sneak peeks of stars,
the welkin waters the autochthons.
drowning inside, while adrift on land,
i peer below, i look away.
the things we sit with,
scanned her lineaments for an answer,
silence like desalination plants
for free-flowing tears.
when the moon rocks gently on the horizon
and I appreciate the process
and thank my lucky stars.
an assemblage of moths tracing
ancient patterns on my kitchen stoep,
worshipping a false god,
sometimes i genuflect too.
Kevin Daniel Scheepers is an emerging Black Coloured poet from Pretoria, South Africa. He completed an MSc in Biotechnology, but always maintained an interest in poetry. His work is Pushcart Prize nominated and has appeared in Brittle Paper, Emergent Literary, Morning Star UK, The Writing Disorder, and elsewhere.