Longing for rain, haibun

It's always the rain. After months of drought, it's always the rain I can't hardly wait to listen to the pitter-patter it makes on the roofing. It's always the rain to bring the stream back to the ditch under the platform where my workstation situated. It's always the rain that calls the minnows and catfish back to the pond in the backyard. It's always the rain that revives my memories of you.

swaying at window

the shadow of a leafless tree

of a long gone girl

I let you go

i let you go
at the dawn of our days
weeping wind
carries the phantasmagoria
from abandoned plain

One by one tanka

one by one
the trees let the leaves go
in evening wind
the words we created
walk past our shadows

Gone too soon haiga

Father's grave tanka

a picture of
my father's grave
looks brand new
how long he's been gone
my sick mother knows it better

dari albumku
foto makam ayah masih
terlihat baru
sudah berapa lama dia pergi
ibuku yang sakit tahu benar

*In loving memory of my father, a prayer for my mother who is now hospitalized in Banjarnegara, my hometown.

Drifting thoughts tanka

all those thoughts
drifting high with the clouds
here, you and i
holding each other by the hand
going nowhere

semua fikiran itu
berkelana bersama awan gemawan
di sini, kau dan aku
saling berpegangan tangan
tak bisa ke manapun