Maybe 3 Poem by Gert Strydom

Maybe we both will be lost
in the back streets of Paris,
or will take a taxi
in the narrow streets of Spain?

Maybe we will rather have to go
to Uvongo or Margate,
or to somewhere on the South Coast
or at Stilbaai or further on

to walk beaches full of tracks,
to experience the wind, the sun and sea,
to know each other better and walk together,
to burn to the colour of a wild olive tree

or if you do really want to
we could ask that strange thing
that hangs flashing in the sky
to take us away to Mars?