In this place, I eat butternut soup to

In this place,

I eat butternut soup

to mend a broken heart.

There wasn’t any stock in the cupboard,

so I used Marmite instead.

With a fork I smashed the

veg pieces small

because I had no way to purée the soup.

Early this morning I picked leucodendron and fynbos leaves,

even before I did yoga,

while the dew was still out.

The birds keep flying around

the house.

Now two small birds flew in through the door

and they hop in the lounge, on the sisal floor.