PLAIN BROTHERHOOD

OIL ON BOARD, 1999

Silver and gold strands of rain and sunlight are strung, harp-wise, from the sinewy, strong legs to bass clef wing plumes of a male ostrich with negligee of black belly feathers. Black-backed, pink-palmed, male hands, modelled on my hands, emerge like primary feathers from white coverts and fiery secondary feathers in the wings of crowned cranes, mutually supporting each other’s one-legged stance. The hands stretch out to pluck the harp strings. Wet season gives way to dry, across a sinuous path on which two warriors stand one-legged, spear-supported to left or right, vigilant yet content and open-handed in the generosity of their unconditional love. Swallowtail butterflies link darkness and light from giraffes to zebras. Acacias transform stems to leaves. An egg cracks open, perpendicular to the hatching plane to reveal – what? This is where I came from.

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