Promise

These glaciers keep on melting
And now I know which part of my brain
Lit up, when the small-talk depression
Hit me up, said, “Hello.”
Like a damp wood fire.
I train myself, to stay on the track,
To follow the light-headed stars,
And that there could be reactions,
But there could also be none.
So, I’m gonna see myself through it.
I have promised to myself.
I am.

30 December 2016

Bangau-bangau

bangau-bangau baja menegak
di bumi kidul mendongak,
menyibak mendung menggantung
yang datang dari utara
manusia menyeberang
di atas bekas makam leluhur
yang sudah ditimbun aspal
sungai-sungai mencari jalan

jalan menuju muara

Bandung sore, 2016
sehabis dari Selatan, mendengar berita banjir Pasteur