K - Lesotho, in her belly

With Tsotang, Patricia
and the third,
I cannot remember her name -

we walked the path
following footsteps, obscured,
voices that had left us behind.

Before a river, seemingly shallow -
we came to cross.

You should know -
Lesotho,
she has never been one for appearances.

So we swam.

In the belly of the country
I could not hear the voices.

And she held me
quietly.