If Time (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(In answer to Louis Esterhuizen)

If time does like an airport race forward
where you and I and everyone never can stand still,
where it constantly just tell about coming and going,
while all things loop the loop in a mad hellish orbit,
then there is a pre-determined place where you await me,
where no suitcases, briefcases or luggage have meaning,
where with the return you laugh with streched out arms
and we do only look upon the beautiful and wonderful of each other.
Where every flight first-class, midnight or return
do jerk me from across the world from everything,
do constantly bring me back to you and your love,
when you and I bring experiences and life to each other,
where mere moments come to great fulfilment
and in all of this you and God do turn my whole life around.

[Reference:"As tyd dan ‘n stasie is, met spore" (If time then is a station with tracks)by
Louis Esterhuizen.]