i met a guitarist
born in Eshowe
conceived next to a jeep
in the sand near Kosi Bay
a similar stretch to where
giant flippered creatures
haul themselves slowly
dripping from the ocean
to return
meters from where they themselves were buried
as moonlike eggs
and emerged.
years previously the waves
shaping sand
from shell and rock
sounded then as now
restless
as if remembering names
evocative
of distant beginnings
the tides
pulled by that slowly rotating turtle egg
of the mother's body
separated
so long ago
reflecting the energy of that first silent explosion
as waves of sound
sun-reflected moonlight
as a mother
returning
to a stretch of beach sand.
