Southern Durban, on the Kwazulu Natal South Coast.
Soft sand squelching between creamed toes,
Rock, layered with harden sea salt scrapping beneath archless soles
Marina Beach, watched by lush palm trees
A family affair, a loud and raucous affair.
A few days before we set off to a place
Where the soil is red
and the waves aren’t gay,
Though they say the waters are sweet
For now it’s the salt that is dancing through the breeze
That is the place, where I write,
Durban’s Marina Beach.