This poem was written for my dear friend Antjie when she'd come home from a 12 hour shift. May this always remain true. Espírito 28.6.03

though my feet may ache in pain
and i feel like i wont work again
i sit down here and talk to you
and now my day dont seem so blue.

i wait here for ya reply:
its not yet come, i wonder why

soon enough i realise that
my aching feet i have forgot
and im content to sit and stare
and think of all those miles of air
that lie between our bodies,

but over which our souls commune at ease.