Swathed in golden fleece
white light dancing
cigarette smoke twirls
waters break and gush
bright as the nearby ocean
to say hello to the midwife
preparing the birthing table
A violet spirit comes
birthing through channels and layers
the room becomes vast
souls linger about
radiant and receiving
onto Earth Dimension
task complete
Melancholy sits here too
cradling the unknown
too delicate to hold
waves dance in rain and white wind
ice cold separated by time
here I sit in a District in the South
watching myself being born
And red blood
Flows…
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song +-1980s
[ This is one of the poems I wrote on my experience of Forced Removals from District Six, South Africa under the Apartheid Government. Nine of the poems are published in the Testament : District Six Memories, Thoughts and Images /edited by Martin Greshoff/ Attic Press 2021. ]