Towards dusk, my steps arrived at Senggigi Beach
the sun is only seven inches from the horizon
As I thought, the sun will look as red as anger
that I always keep deep, even though it's hard
Anger, my father said, is not good to spill
On Senggigi beach, in beautiful Lombok
men and women, young and old
be a pilgrim and a mere prayer
all close to the sea
let the body be licked by the tongue of the waves
then stare blankly into the clouds
then ducked down and cast a spell
then raise a sliver of hope
I ducked and wanted to embrace the waves
but too soon gone, as fast as he came
I finally said something like to a friend
long time no see, let alone joking
O good waves and always stunning
it's me, Adam's great-grandson who is walking in Job's footsteps
to be stranded here, like Hidir looking for students
convey my prayers, to the throne
nun in sane sense
When I wake up, the sun is perfect
sinking at the horizon line
feels right, darkness covers my soul su
Now is the time for me to pack up
to walk again, in a more unknown direction
Lombok – Bandung, 2019
Doddi Ahmad Fauji Not only in Andalas the hills line up as solemn as Gautama in uninterrupted retreat From the Panenjoan, it seems that they are in line beyond Sparta's ships who besieged Troy We're just dust beach arch and rock formation leaving a magic handprint The hand that drains the Seven Curug marking the lost Sawarna far away, on the horizon before names are given All fairy tales are inconceivable leads to an Authority And not in Cyprus, nor in Santorini The curse was recited, incarnating Simalakama form a row of spice forests being the snake whisper lodged in each of the pawned breath You, you know, my sweet Lucifer with a pair of pinkish red nipples are the twin cities, Bucharest and Budapest which is delayed I explore the curves but hopefully the day after tomorrow, the good is blessed Sukabumi, 2016 * Has been published in the poetry anthology Jangjawokan (2016)
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