The sand of Nanganesa haibun

Nothing changed after two months as I step my feet back in the sand of Nanganesa beach.
They are there where they were; the cliff, the trees and fishing boats. The sky, too. Don't they move just a little somewhere?
Nothing changed. But this nothingness.

over

the sound
of waves—

the sound
of wave

Sunny pond haiku

sunny pond

the only koi moves
into my shadow

terik di kolam
satu-satunya koi
menuju bayanganku

Ceaseless wind tanka

ceaseless mountain wind
rubs the windowpane
i sigh..
slightly move my chair
to keep up with the moon


angin gunung
terus saja mengusap jendela
aku mendesah...
sedikit menggeser kursi
kembali terpaku pada bulan

Empty promises tanka

turning pages
one after another
bit by bit our promises
move slightly closer
to a blank backflap

menyusur
halaman demi halaman
perlahan-lahan janji kita
bergerak menuju
sampul kosong