Lesotho, and what we do not believe

In a car park
we stood

I, transfixed
by the tree
that veered to the left
pulling away
over grass,
yellowing
and damp

You followed suit,
leaned
slightly to the left
put your hand on my shoulder

then walked
towards the tree,
your footsteps heavy
on wilted grass

and it seemed the branches
heaved
and shifted

away from you

and the rain
fell.