gun g'n

Jy draai jouself op my soos 'n rug
soos 'n koue skouer gun jy my g'n
huilplek nie, g'n troosplek teen jou bors nie.

Jy lees my e-posse, kyk na my tekse
maar gun g'n repliek nie, wys geen verlange
of verdriet nie.

Het jy my dan nie op 'n tyd lief gehad nie?
Of het ek jou koulikheid misgis vir oulikheid?
My mistake.



... Sanko Lewis

A Bridge's Lamentation

One would be tempted to think the purpose of a bridge quite obvious, would one not? To connect the unsurpassable; to link the estranged; to make a way where there seems none between points, events, circumstances. The whole reason for a bridge’s construction is to provide an alternative means; to give an opportunity where none exist or supply a better way if the former is too difficult; to provide a solution. And even if one has no need of any particular bridge, even if one need not journey from one’s current A to whichever B that particular bridge provides a means to, still the bridge ought to stand as a reminder for all life’s bridges, ought to symbolize the hope which every bridge is a symbol for. To make such assumptions, to come to these conclusions, seems obvious—even natural—do they not? Obvious. Natural.

Then why do they jump?


... Sanko Lewis