Early morning at work, laughter and fun;
talking about TV last night, how a team
had to guess the next words of characters
in old Afrikaans movies and older photo
book stories;
Waiting for final versions of invitations
indicating the venue – but since Corney
had been abducted by a group of aliens
and has been seen no more, being
in charge of accommodation;
Nothing is happening – and happenstance
I have heard the address list of invitees
are incomplete containing no e-mail
addresses – none can be sent until the
addresses are ascertained
And you expect me to work with all these
wonderful things going on?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem