I chanced on a familiar sight
a minute  or two
ago.

It struck me as similar
but unfamiliar.

A sight of a flying machine
up above.

Once a sight a minute.  
Now out of place
in the blue sky
above.

Who is coming .
Who is going .
For the world is apart for the first time
in a long time.
Everywhere is over the seas now.
You home is your new neighbourhood
your suburb the new city
We survive with inches
Long gone are days
filled with endless miles.

The flying machine now.
Seems airily familiar.
Similar perhaps
to my ancestors first sight
of those European ships of plunder
as they slithered slowly in
on our peaceful shores.
Abundant with all that is life.

The flying machine
landed somewhere
I didn’t not see.

I have a feeling
one of these days
something more spectacular
way beyond our comprehension.
As dramatic as  
it was for us
when Jan Van Riebeek
first set his sights on us.

I have a feeling that
unlike the flying machine
what will be hovering above us
would be the sort
no living being would have seen before.

The signs are ominous
If I think the rare sight of plane is out of this world
out of this world will be upon us.
Soon than we are ready.

Our future will fly in
In a pirate ship that set sail
from a time totally unknown to us.