I watched the flamed sky
as the earth rolled back
and made it seem
like the sun had set.
‘When I was just a little girl…’
I remember waiting
for the dark to start
as we sat in the car
at the drive-in cinema.
My mother loved Doris Day.
Strange business on earth
all the cars kept apart
by a long wood fence
with the whites to the right.
‘Que sera sera, what will be…’
Separate development
they called apartheid
and I developed separately
determinedly differently.
‘The future’s not ours to see…’
I watch the flaming sky
as the earth rolls back
and makes it seem
like the sun is setting.