I worship at the edge of the sea,
where the wind blows so strong,
that my body feels like it can fly,
and the spray catches in my eye,
and my hair tangles, bushy and long,
as the summer threatens to steal the wind.
Hot, long days, that speaks in gusts,
with long-forgotten steel that rusts.
The Agulhas winds sweep up my shadows
and tuck them into my pockets,
down below where my sunken enemies lie;
where one god wets my ankles,
and another keeps my hair dry.
Charl Landsberg is a South African poet, writer, musician, and artist who’s work focusses on gender, politics, fantasy and science fiction, as well as a few other silly things.