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Sudah Lewat Enam Puluh Menit

aku kali ini sedang duduk di kursi
dan mendengar bunyi telepon-telepon
barangkali ditujukan padamu

dari urat leher hingga keningmu
aku dapat melihat di antara saraf-saraf itu berdenyut
mereka berlari dengan mata yang limbung

di depan
tiang-tiang listrik masih mendengungkan suara yang sunyi
dan memperhatikan kita yang tak kunjung bertegur sapa
beramsalkan debu
yang tiba-tiba menghambur
tapi tak juga mampu mengedipkan mata kita
untuk sekadar basa-basi memburu
atau sejenak saling tertawa dengan lepas

semuanya terasa seperti mustahil terjadi
karena orang-orang di luar mobil
telah berganti pakaian
ada yang ber-jeans
ada yang bersarung di pusar perut
dan terlihat menggantung di antara betis-betis dan dengkul-dengkulnya

sudah lewat enam puluh menit
aku masih terus diam
mengumpulkan kata-kata yang pas
buatmu yang semakin banyak bicara

lalu sampai kapan, Nun
kita terus-terusan menghindar dari godaan
seperti anak muda lainnya
untuk saling memahami
dan berbagi sesuatu setelah hampir
lima belas tahun tertunda?



--sekayu, 16 Mei 2010
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