Pondering In Africa Poem by Robert Mutsaers

Please have this moment,
For yourself as I am awaiting,
To see you acceptance in me for us.

Please do not worry,
As it seems I am the one,
That should be sorry.

Toll me on this light and playground,
For a moment and you will compound,
History with presence on multiple count.

Tender notice and multiplicity,
Caressed diversity.... on its own.

Tease and grant this event
For yourself as I am ablating,
To free your kindness in me for us.

Please forget this torment,
As I know that I am the one,
That grows to be sorry.

Please do not worry,
As it seems I am only one,
And could see a nobody.

Ponder curse in time for a moment,
Then you will see a true me,
And culture as object to no shadow.