matt's notebook

Arriving KwaZulu-Natal (rain)

Rain into my heart and sing away
the tube, newspapers, supermarket queues;
rain into the earth and wring the mud
of blood, virus, tuberculin, me
(top ten rich under my umbrella
of banana leaf), burr the soil
to light sand, light enough for the light-
handed man working the beach who says:
I want to come to England baas, get rich.

Rain to beat hibiscus black and blue:
or drum the great white to the river mouth:
or green the sugar cane:
or bless the yellowcake.
Rain and sing me to the red farm earth.

Matthew Williams