C A R A V A N

 as if the wheel has hundreds of trains still rumble incessant nothing must be left long-enduring hope that at the end of the road there is no longer a question of suitability or what exactly? even the moon and the sun always put distance although still chasing stony silence any station flue dust puffing locomotive breath pieces I picked up a trail that tertinggl miss the sand grains as inviting, 'hurry home ....'

 Jakarta, June 12, 2011