Street corner
Midday
Cape Town sun
He remembers fragments
Of a younger
Person’s lives lived so
Long ago that now
They’re hard to imagine as
Ever being his
And as ever being
Real
Untethered
Drifting
Anchorless
An eternally curious and
Creative sojourner
He is
Perpetually in motion
Forever rolling on and
Tumbling
Like a river-fairing stone
In a never-ending flood
Not bothered
Stood still
Observing
Surprised bystander
Number three
On the corner of
Strand and Buitengracht streets