poetry

Borobudur night sounds

Borobudur night sounds

Progo River hurrying through the shallows
chuckling tokay booming his love song
waking everyone who hasn’t already filtered him out
crickets pulsing
airplane’s vacuum gush
shaka shaka shaka cicada beat
thin voices down the bank
the odd rooster going off early
rumble of traffic somewhere
casual scratching of an old mosquito bite

the river swirls them all together
transforms the angular noises
into a smooth wash of night sound
closes the day

poetry

Danau Toba Dream

Danau Toba Dream

the lake shushes us to sleep
a sweet sloppy sighing lullaby

the whole black-blue basin jiggles
while this big world spins

another dark night streaked with
columns of staccato horizontal
dock- and boat-lines

and the unseen air is as heavy
with smoke and water
as a Varanasi ghat

mimpi indah, Samosir