Flight To Reality Poem by Gert Strydom

The jet turns over the ocean
and a lonely gull,
flies past the wing.

Picturistic Cape Town is fading
while we fly,
through a sapphire blue sky.

Inland a summer thunderstorm
hangs heavy with dark black clouds,
like the feeling in my heart.

Death comes at its own time and place
and when I depart from the plane
it’s like walking into
another sad world,
where I would never see
my grandmother’s smile again.