Carina van der Walt
Poëzie

African Dream (continue)

fly the white highway by silene capensis

We fly above soft foam on the seashore,

smoothly – like a strange fish eagle

that knows the strengh of its wide featherlight wings.

The bright African sun sets

in warm tones of orange and copper

shines yellow through the windows    

reflects warmly on passengers

                                                sleeping

                                                reading

                                                drinking wine. 

We swim into the depth of the blue,

slowly – like a silver fish

that knows the electric ways of its own destination.

In these miraculous minutes on the

merge from daylight to nightfall

a stranger turns into a friend

and we are free

                          to dream

                          to speak

                          to glide away.