Dear Heart

Today you are gonna sit here

Still. Silent. Only watching

Today you will try to get out of yourself

Gagged. Unable to speak

And in your silence you'll realise

That palm leaves aren't exactly linear and green

As you take your last step off the stoep

You'll erase that imaginary demarcation

Between the natural and that which art has made

And concrete will become a simulated whole

Of small stones beaten into partiality by water from below

And the blue summer skies that you see will soon be lost

In the greyness of rain clouds now in the horizon

Dear heart

Today you will just sit there

Not saying a word

And of course not dying

Let's see, dear heart

What  woould happen if you were to watch

Without a word

These white rose flowers blooming

Held by dying stems

Whose greenness coils away

Waiting for sunset

Later

We shall have this conversation

Just me and you

Mina

Nawe

Nje!