The Quiet Portal

My sister and I scatter our chatter
along the twisting  paths,
through the cool Kloofs
and over the pulling peaks
tossing our complex lives out
across the indifferent tussock grass
across the heather raging mutely in her pink
until slowly silence swallows our littering voices
and the rain wrinkled rock
rises up and wraps us in stillness.

The clouds send flying saucer shadows
over the buffeted hills.
A budding Disa quivers on it’s curved
stem like an unopened prayer.
A spiral- shaped spiders web,
with its catch of silver rain-drops,