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
Now two small birds flew in through the door
and they hop in the lounge, on the sisal floor.