taxi ride to town

sleep pierces my dawn-kissed eyes on the road to town
it's as if someone's pulling my eyelids to close 

yet my pupils want to breathe
the brash cold breeze glides across my cheeks
it is synonymous with all seasons, a constant visitor
its slap awakens me to when i used to wake up before the sun
counted with souls headed to digging holes where pockets are filled
some with hope more than gold, and still we dig
beds lie vacant because need caused us to undress ourselves of blankets
clothe ourselves with water, soap, rags and a scent of riches
we pay for the right to be on time
sometimes with our lives more than with our Rands