Sharp, angular, scratching

Harsh, edgy, thin and mean


The air of jo’burg assaults, roughens up and dries out

It screeches down your throat and pokes your lungs

offering up meagre  oxygen silted with pollution

begrudgingly replenishing


Soft, round and gentle

Warm and generous


Durban air caresses and envelopes

Rolls into you, full and plump

Seeped in oxygen, moisture ridden and fragrant

Welcoming, loving arms