what we finally had
was not
time wasted the
car climbed
so many hills
passing by the
garden of
flowers
seeing how men and
women of this village
turn it
into a paradise
of scents and colors
small cottages dot
green hills
clouds hover like
resting
passersby
when we reach
Sapulipudi
a young woman guides
us to a javanese
hut
where a flat table
waits us
beside us is a pond
with kois
swimming beside the
lotuses
long reeds abound
beside big boulders of
shiny rocks
wet with the morning
rain
rice on banana leaves
fried chicken garnished
with chili sauce
sweet guava juice full in
transparent glass
we squat facing each other
amazed with the way
peace and beauty
fuse with each other's
body
as though they are
mortals making love
before us....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem