The Climb Poem by Naledi Sibisi

Unaware of the destination and the ingredients of conversation
After some 24hours in sequence, not a hint of rush
Stimulating my buds
You nudged
Me, and we walked. The longest walk because time chose to turtle its way through this talk.

My foot is reminded of what lies ahead, reluctant to recline - it balances up instead.
And the wind is amusing and the traffic is confusing and your voice blues my ear
All I hear
Is music unclear.
But this tone, this tone makes sense to me.
You animate me verbally.

Conscious of the ground,
No longer looking down.
It's been four minus two since I was introduced and
I now meet a cloud courtesy of you.
She tells me to discharge every thought, every fear
And appreciate the tunes that you engineer

And those eyes visit me
And every word is mystery
And the smile that you hide is a one and nine
And I'm enemies with time
And in those minutes into the skies I'm transported.
The slowest longest three of years recorded.