Unpredictable Poem by Gert Strydom

At daybreak you lie cosily,
spread your arms open over me
when your eyes flicker against the bright light,
are only looking through slits
with your blonde popcorn-locks spread over the pillow.

Cat-foot I sneak out of the bedroom and see you peep
where I want to go to the kitchen to prepare some tea,
usually you are cheerful in your morning moods
and I struggle to read your awake / sleeping condition,
hear you making womanly snoring noises,
notice that you stir and in your sleep you seem full of blissful-joy
and you are never really angry or abashed.

Last night's intimacy
still lies fresh in my memory,
outside the dogs howl-bark for attention,
the sparrows do twitter-sing and the doves coo
but innocent like a child you are streched out
where I look upon you for mere moments.

In the kitchen the kettle sings its song of joy,
in the distance the thunder falls white-blue,
the grey-chilly-clouds comes near
like the unpredictable weather in Springs does
when a lightning-bolt falls right next to the backdoor,
burn fulgurites in the grandchildren's sandpit
and I know to truly love
is much more than just to like a person
when I smell the rain coming down on the sand.

With a tray full of biscuits and rusks and tea
I want to surprise you in the bedroom
where you are waiting on me,
large plump tears stream down your cheeks
and you look at me with the same intimacy
as earlier in the night
and I cannot decide if you are crying,
or are laughing from mere happiness
and see how well your nightclothes do fit.

© Gert Strydom