The liberator
And the dictator often
Become the same man
Tag: Indonesia
The right Kind of Time ~ NaPoWriMo Day 25
I see us
On the scooter
Isolated in space
But time
Isn’t the right time
The right kind of time
While the vision itself
Is indistinct
Blurred
Which leaves me
Confused
Nothing’s quite adding up
Or going anywhere
That could be a destination
Or even a place to stop
And rest
I need to rest
Let go
And gather in
Paradoxes
Or is that ironies
The scooter drives on
Into the night
Carrying some sort
Of hopeful
Light
Illuminating nothing
No
Illuminating
Streaks of formless
Something
Something formless
Meant to have form
Intending to form
Therein
I know where the hope
In the light
Leads
The right kind of time
Even if I
Have no idea where
Or when
Such time will be
Or was
Sunrise ~ NaPoWriMo Day 24
Hello sun
I welcome you this morn
Greet you with a warmth
Equal to your own daylight embrace
With gratitude
For illuminating
The Earth
Which was dark
For lightening
My spirit
Which was heavy
For soothing
My heart
Which sought comfort
Hello sun
Thank you for
Bringing a new day
Kingly Slumber
Emptied fruit crates
For a mattress
Battered and broken stool
For a pillow
A bed unfit
For the delicate senses
And sensibilities
Of a princess
Ah
But for a king?
Ample slumber
In deepest repose
Missed Opportunity ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #339
Click a pic
From a speeding taxi
Crossing Jakarta
Months later
While editing
Curiosity piqued
Google “KETOPRAK”
Now I wish we’d stopped
And tried one
A journey
Once begun
Never ends
Overlapping
Those that follow
With belated discovery
But no regrets
For just another
Missed opportunity
Waiting ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #330
In a moment of sizzle
Humming fan blades
And the thrum of traffic
She waited
For some tasty tidbit
I couldn’t make out from the taxi
She thought about yesterday
And tomorrow
Last week and next month
She thought about everything
But this moment
And the tasty thing sizzling
Or the next moment
When the tasty thing would mercilessly
Burn her tongue oh so deliciously
But…
Who’s to say any of this is true?
I was just a photographer living in the frame
Capturing serendipitous moments from a moving taxi
And now I’m just a poet
Listening to the words as they come
Trying to give them their moment
So all of it is fiction
Or maybe some of it is the truth
Though, hopefully
I’ve created something
Which at least
Speaks truly
Even if
It only speaks truly
About the act of creation
Or maybe, the story
Is just saying something truthful
About the creator
Slow Ride into the Unknown
Sometimes
I am reminded
The best path
Is not always direct
The best place
Is not always familiar
The best means
Is not always expedient
Sometimes
A leisurely pace
Into the unknown
Offers the surest road
To a cherished end
As yet unidentified
Protection ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #320
ATGATT
All The Gear
All The Time
Helmet
Face shield
Gloves
Ankle high boots
Padded jacket
And pants
At home
By law
Helmet & eye protection
Here too
Helmet
At least
Eye protection
If travelling
Over 50km/hr
Compliance
In Jakarta
Sketchier than home
Even for children
But not for masks
Priorities
Can be
Confusing
Confrontation & Consequences
Imaginary
Lines crossed in the car’s back seat
Dad arm from the front
Subject Unknowing
I wonder if I’ve ever been
The subject of someone’s
Best photograph of the day
But never found out
Like this fellow here
On the third shot of eleven
Who never looked up
So never saw the camera
Pointed out the taxi window
Capturing this delightful moment
Pix to Words 