What Are You Detecting?

There’s a suspension bridge.

It hangs over the red-brown waters of Storms River Mouth, in South Africa.

There’s a sense of familiarity about it.

A sense of safety.

A sensing that we’re held even in the most tumultuous times.

 

It holds fear.

An imminent fear of heights, of falling off, of losing one’s grip.

A sensing into what’s to come, what lies ahead, beyond the safety of the bridge.

 

A crossing.

Bordering on two provinces: the Western Cape and the Eastern Cape.

Bordering on what’s to come.

What’s becoming.

A (be)coming very close to being.

 

On we go, bobbing and bouncing, in constant movement.

Sensing in suspension.