Arrival [3] Poem by Gert Strydom

When the aeroplane from Cape Town
descend at Jan Smuts airport
(of whatever they call it now)
lights lie as far as I can see
and they glow like jewels in the dark night,
there is a hodgepodge of people
waiting on their luggage,
and I on a briefcase and suitcase

but when you do notice me
everything fades away,
the big city that stretches from Johannesburg to Pretoria,
the crowd of people that come and go
and it's just you and me
embracing each other.

© Gert Strydom