On A Summer-Sunny-Day (1) Poem by Gert Strydom

It's hot in this high-summer
when you shake your wet hair out and merrily
back from Clifton beach in the sport-car do wind-dry them,

you keep your white-blonde head upside down
and I see dreams and a whole cosmos in your eyes,
while the hot wind thirstily dries me out,

the landscape past Chapman's Peak Drive is moving past,
you smile at me charming and a blue ribbon slides loose out of your hair,
it flaps away and people at a concrete table eat their lunch,

the path next to the cliff and precipice is cut through rocks,
your laughter bubbles out as if this trip is freeing you from all worries
and on a summer-sunny-day I know that you do love me.

Camps Bay, Llandudno and Sandy Bay disappear,
the fragrance of sun-tan-liquid fills the car,
in your bikini you are past pretty in the hot sunshine

and you are carefree when you laugh joyfully,
like a small girl do wait in Hout Bay on an ice cream
that I bring to you in the car.

© Gert Strydom