Witkoppen Road at 5:30 of an evening is a study in the hellacious nature of this culture.
Cars and trucks nose-to-bumper, gasoline and diesel fumes heavy on the air and in your lungs; motorbikes weaving with death or serious injury between the larger vehicles; pedestrians darting between taxis on the shoulder of the road.
When the sedge plants call to me from the wasteland between shopping malls I turn my ears to listen. Behold – the wild Verbena
and the even wilder Datura
And Thistle! Pearl Acacia! Long-Stemmed Purple Thingy I Don’t Yet Have a Name For!
Fuzzy-seeded grasses and yellow-flowered sedges, low clumped plants of so many greens my mind is laughing.
And from this motely crew, a message: wordless, yet clear in its information.
The very bliss of being here, now, incarnate upon this plane. Among the sedge-rows. And the cars.