(24 January 1961 / South Africa)

A Place In Infinity

A king's ransom for a new swimsuit, layers of black
folds to disguise I am growing old - but paying a few
thousand rand when other people go hungry, jobless
and homeless; how justify wanton expenditure while
others have nothing to do, nowhere to go, nothing to
live for? I have so much, yet it feels as if the plight of

The suffering masses is pulling me down - though no
amount of suffering and deprivation on my part could
give anything to them - I must give them my time and
love - not cold cash that feeds a few for a day - I must
teach them to fish - instead of giving them fishes until
I'm bankrupt myself - I must invest in them as people

Not as strangers I fear to meet - yet whenever my
parents helped the homeless or lost little people on
the street, these people turned out to be parasites
who made bad use of the help they received; I'm so
confused - how can I help in a loving way - when it's
so dangerous to allow strangers into one's world

My duchess is working with the underprivileged, she's
a qualified social worker who knows how to protect her-
self and her loved ones from clients' dire straits, even
condescendingly asking me why a stick with a Phoenix
who does not understand nor support my emotional life,
I replied that he loves our kids enough to give his life

For them - and what would I gain if he were as fizzling
and dreaming and otherworldly as I am: our kids would
have been lost and alone - my Phoenix provides the
knotted tree trunk and roots that bind us to safety and
having enough; he's perfect for me as his long silences
force me to write - to escape overpowering emotions

And so I leave my legacy: whether others find it, whether
It'll just be lost - doesn't matter, only the small opening in
the moment is enough to capture a place in infinity, only
the feelings of delight or sadness suffice to show these
feelings to posterity - my name isn't important - only my
dreams and visions merit future acknowledgement…

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Comments (2)

I must give them my time and love - not cold cash that feeds a few for a day Wow, you've outdone yourself...10
The suffering masses is pulling down and this is thought provoking as poverty brings sadness and gives pain in society. Having vision for future of merits and giving acknowledgement to future of brightness matter. Amazing poem is shared...10