Cowbell and stove haiga

Mehta haibun

Time passes by, the wind swings gently the lightbulb hanging on the ceiling. Tomorrow will be a long journey, my eyes wide awake. My monitor dims to safe the battery. I can't decide; stay awake for nothing, get some sleep or get back to my work.

crickets and gekko
a cowbell and whispering wind
where's Mehta?

Malam merayap, angin mengayun bola lampu yang tergantung di langit-langit. Perjalanan besok akan panjang, mataku tak mau memejam. Layar komputerku meredup untuk menghemat baterai. Fikiranku terpental-pental; sekadar begadang, mencoba tidur atau menyelesaikan pekerjaan sisa tadi siang.

jengkerik dan tokek
kelonongan sapi dan angin lalu
di mana Mehta?