From This World You And I Have Escaped Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Daleen)

From this virus destroyed world you and I have escaped,
with Noddy that on my heels are jogging
and we are back to another time and existence
where exuberant he barks for everything that moves,
in a place where every beautiful thing exists eternally,
we walk through beaches and streets and pick flowers,
just where we want to we go and you throw your arms around me,
I pick golf-ball sized wild-plums and push them into your hands,
we are at every beautiful place where we have been,
where old memories can become real again,
where everything fits perfectly into God's master plan
and no law, army or police do lock-down people,
where eternally as mine you are with me and happy
and people do not miss each other to pieces months long.