Two poems by Linda Moss NIGHT SKY A moonless, star-burst night. We drove out along jolting dusty bush roads fingering deep into remoteness until we reached the high reservoir. There we perched on the edge of the world balanced paper plates on our knees gripped plastic cups of tepid white wine, and gazed at the edge of universe. No human light anywhere in the dark denseness of that African night, only the electric glitter and glimmer of myriad stars, planets, galaxies... immeasurable, unimaginable, unfathomable. 'When I look up at this,' I said 'That's when I can believe there is a God.' 'Oh,' you said, my faith-filled friend, 'That is when I can not.'
Suddenly you had embarked And were gone Before we even knew you had a voyage To undertake A small hand waving A smudge of smoke on the horizon An empty sky (for Patsy)