TO THE OTHER SIDE
I refuse to surrender a memory for honor obliges that I
Do not as they say to, but to
Make the world as I want to.
To the Other Side then, and Seas of my Father!
Nothing but the thundering hooves of my childhood, and of Sumba
Could quicken the dead pulse of fatigue.
And emerging on the other side, where all is
Upside down, my senses perceived the
Forgotten aroma of sandalwood forests, felled long ago but still
Carried - as if by the pallbearers of a hot wind along the
Motherly curve of rolling hills and grass yellowing too long in the sun.
On this other side I revisited the southern sky at night, as it
Bends the moon across thick blades of Batak grass, and as
The stars refract against the dew-laden leaves of giant trees in Borneo, and as
Children smile as broad as the waters of the mighty Mahakam.
Returning and unearthing the lands of my Father, I perceive
His mellow voice ringing in my hopeful ears like an echo dim amongst shouts.
What of your places and your things? What of the foreign? We have an overseas too, and
This he shared as an endless gift to his daughter:
That in greatness must follow compassion and the capacity for
Untold secret clans of kindness.
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