Momento For My Life Poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo

It's almost a half of hour, waiting on the Patin Bamboo terrace Cimanggis, because of drizzling. This is the pleasure of remembering the past of both with my wife. After the order to take away, at the restaurant is quite crowded, light rain came. And we were 'stranded' waiting. Because of we coming from Cibubur, we both ride motorcycles

Passing through the small roads, trees are awesome, we felt the wind blowing, and straight away when I thought if the rain came we had to take shelter

While looking people come and go, it was the important of us being part of the crowd. And crying children is a series of poetry in the drizzling, people queuing, waiting list

Near the terrace, they burned bamboo filled with medium to large catfish. Until the bamboo filled with glowing glowing ashes. And no tears suffered from burning catfish, but rather laughter of the people around. While asleep, my wife leaning on my shoulder, how romantic us become the ordinary people

No one knows, and no one knows of us both

And, the drizzling was over, motorcycles ready to be ridden. I was then remembered the memories of the almost 30 years ago with her.
This is not a poem, but a living poetry. May the companions have their own poems which is always exciting

(29 April 2012)