The Only Picture That I See Poem by Gert Strydom

This morning I am waiting
on the light
to start the day
and thinking about something
to say to you
by electronic mail.

I am looking in and out
and seeing things in myself
as if I exist out of my body

and outside the two dogs
are walking up and down
the lawn
as if inspecting new flowers
blooming in the early morning
and they are sniffing
at geraniums and morning glories
which are growing wild.

The two cats are stretching out
on the bark of the fallen tree
ripping their nails into it
and trying to catch
the first rays of the sun

and still my life is empty
while you are away from me
and that’s the only picture that I see.