A Glance At Ingrid Jonker Poem by Gert Strydom

If you give yourself over
to the arms of the swishing sea,
go into the embrace of water that flows
and steams do drag you along

then you will maybe walk in,
in the way that a person does go to a lover
where you have got vistas,
do wish upon new dreams
and do stand at the end of things

as if that which does lie in front of you
are without end or any border
where free from self-conceit
you do wish your current life away
and do set you eye on unseen things,

do let the water flow over you
while you feel something in its chilly grip.