Will i see you today?
Behind your skin?
Through a hastily rolled up window and averted gaze at a traffic light?
Over that high and mightily barbed wired electricity-generating fence?
Through the veneer of your class distinction?
Peeking nervously out from behind that oh-so-hipster handlebar moustache?
Through the tears?
Behind the laughter? LOL

Will i see you underneath the weight of those plastic environment-destroying bags?
On the other side of that quinoa-and-lime salad wrap?
Behind that knee-jerk defensive comment and through that screen?
Underneath the weight of that political affiliation?
Looking up from that wheelchair?
Apart from those obscured genitals?

Will i see you today?
Really see you?
And will i take off my steamed up glasses and give them a proper wipe? Will i tear the contacts from my eyes and plunge them into a fresh solution?
Will i bother to step towards?
To bend down and cut my finger on the jagged edges of a discarded and uneven brick to gently place it on to the business end of this uncompleted bridge?
Will i see you today?

And will i see you tomorrow?

[To read my Poem of Hope for South Africa “Less Miserable in 2018”, click here]