Treasure Island

Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo

(1 July 1960 / Cilacap (Indonesia))

Sajak Meditasi: Patung Kayu Pemancing (Indonesian)


Patung kayu pemancing
Memancing ikan dari kayu
Kayu lebur jadi kehidupan
Membakar setiap depa langkah
penyair
Dipoles dengan awan jadi kilat
Berdiam di pojok
Hati yang sunyi
Damai dalam duduk di atas batu
Pohon-pohon menukar daunnya
Kuning jadi hijau
Hijau pun jadi kuning
Kuning jadi hijau
Hijau pun jadi kuning
Begitulah alam memberkati
Sang pemancing tetap tepekur
Teratai dalam kolam menemani
Ikan-ikan terbikin dari kayu
Kata-kata berkelebatan
Laksana ikan pualam
Terpana dalam dekapan
Patung kayu semakin tua
Semakin berjiwa
Ada jiwa dalam patung kayu
Patung kayu pahatan dari Bali
Pemahatnya jatuh cinta
Cinta pada kesuwungan
Suwung kayubakar cinta
Kerinduan pada pemancing
Ikan-ikan berkelebatan dalam dekapan

(2014)

Submitted: Monday, May 12, 2014
Edited: Monday, May 12, 2014

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