Travelling Into Your Humanity Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to ee cummings, in answer to Ingrid Jonker)

In every gesture there is something that does include me,
in your glace a secrecy of which I am a part
where you want me to touch you,
do drag me to something very close to the heart,
to somewhere where I have not been with you yet
and you are known like the first flower to spring
where your eyes do uncover everything between us,
where I am lost in their depths
at places where I have not accompanied you.

Where you now come to me
it's like in the spring after the last snow,
your arms are opened are stretched out to me
as if I am part of you and part of everything.
Everything in this place and time do include you and me,
I am caught in your fragility and in the texture of your eyes,
where green-brown they measure the depth of mine
acknowledging how unfathomable and eternal love is.
When the glace in your eyes are deeper and wider than any flower,
where constantly you footprint into my heart to walk along,
you do constantly fold open where you do keep to promises
while the rain does bring deeper love and life to the whole world.

[References: "Somewhere I have never travelled" by ee cummings. "iewers het ek nooit gereis nie daardie groene verte" (somewhere I never travelled into that green distance)by Ingrid Jonker.]