Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo

(1 July 1960 / Cilacap (Indonesia))

Sayap Gangsingan (Indonesian)


Di ruang tunggu RS di Jakarta yang dingin
Pernah kau bercerita dengan hangat
Bahwa 'hidup adalah gangsingan kayu yang berputar'
Dalam deru thawaf pada waktu
Denyut nadi yang tak akan pernah kau hitung, lanjutmu
tak pernah berhenti pada satu singgahan
Mungkin kata-kata itu menjelma jadi kerinduanku padamu
Rumi mungkin tuliskan itu diatas daun-daun yang menguning di Konya
Atau daun-daun gugur di Nishapur
Tapi aku tak hendak begitu,
Aku hanya ingin tuliskan puisi begitu sederhana
Benar katamu, hidup adalah gangsingan kayu yang berputar
Thawaf pada waktu
Dan saat tiba-tiba kau menertawaiku, 'Manakah sayapmu? '
'Gangsingan harus punya sayap'
Aku malah tersenyum menjawab
'Sayapku rinduku padamu'

(2011)

Submitted: Monday, September 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013

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