Poetry

(after T.T. Cloete)

Together we enjoyed evenings
in each other’s company, dined out,
at times we talked and sometimes were silent;
for months we knew about our love,

we visited and drove around,
shared poems, stories and memories,
at times we only stayed peacefully at home,
we knew that love can never be boring

and we talked almost right through nights,
we went to church in suits and ties and coats,
we embraced every time that we got together,
even in rain showers and in muddy patches

while we were becoming much more in love.

[Reference: “die welkomsomhelsing” (the welcoming embrace) by T.T. Cloete.]