The Smoke that Thunders

The Smoke that Thunders of Hennie Bekker
African Tapestries

From the Landscape's brow rolls the smoke that thunders it rolls and it rolls. Past the eyes of light where the hot sky trembles in the darkness of night. It rolls and it rolls where a storm is always a whisper away when the smoke rolls down the lips of each day
like breath from a woman's mouth. It rolls and it rolls. And a thunderous sound in the ears of the ground Echoes visions of Africas's sacred gown. Her sacred gown of hope.