Sea of Dreams

Bushmanland in the Northern Cape was once a vast inland sea. The last vestiges are now enormous salt pans called vloore (Floors) that become swampy after good rain. Gazing at the inselbergs rising grandly from the haze, it is not hard to imagine what it may have been like in ancient times when water covered the land in a lake 600Km wide.

Hear the whispers of cool waters
waters once caressed this shore.
Feel the warm wind brush the grasses
waving from a dry sea floor.
Sea that now exists no more.
Taste the spray from crashing breakers,
breakers roll on polished stone.
Salt from dusty whirlwind pillars
ancient spirits dance and roam.
Dance these miraged plains alone.
Feel the storm encrusted skyline,
skyline rent with spears of flame.
Angry tempest, bellows bovine
claims his arid lost domain.
Lost to time, extinct in name.
Watch the inselbergs a-floating
floating rock on sea of cream;
Striped dolphinic springbok leaping,
shoals of an imagined theme.
Imagined whispers in a dream.


Inselbergs of Bushmanland