Cry, The Beloved Country

on a warm day
the pleasure of the sun
drew my eye from book to sky -
blue and endless,
it stretched the length of my dreams -

in that moment
I understood I was small,

still I felt full to bursting
with the life thumping inside me
from the strong emotions
built up by the beautiful book
in my lap -

a small plane cut a puffy gray trail
across the blue canvas above,
"man built that", I thought,

so there must be hope for this world