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Breakfast at Tiffany's*



Semisal yang kita pertemukan di sini waktu itu
Bukan kenang-kenang yang berasal dari sumber terkasih
Saat kita memulai menamai benih itu
Sebagai jam-jam yang menderas
Bagai haluan yang tidak ingin ditikungi
Barangkali mestinya kita bertanya hendak
Tumbuh kemana benih itu
Tanpa dada yang menabur keluasan langit
Pada doa dan mantel pertemuan yang kita saksikan
Atau baru saja benih itu mengambil tanganku
Menunjukmu bertanya sesekali tentang kesabaran
Hanya milik yang mencipta segala

1
Tentang pertemuan
Aku menunggu
lalu mengantarmu dengan cemas

2
Kamu membuka kaca jendela
barangkali untuk menyapa pertemuan
dari jarak yang hampir dilupakan
dan aku membawa pertemuan kita
di meja yang raib dalam tulisan

3
Benih pertemuan kemudian berlari setelah tumbuh
Ke tempat kita yang tidak akan menemukan apa saja
Atau saat yang mempertemukan kita
Pada pertemuan yang deras mengamini
yang pasang seperti air mata
cukup untuk mengatup segala gelisah saat kita mempertayakan
cukupkah pertemuan ini melunasi kecemasan

4
Aku akan menjemputmu di pertemuan lain
Waktu dan jarak dari pertemuan
Yang aku pikirkan bukan benih itu akan tumbuh menjadi kesakitan
Atau perpisahan yang sangsi menunggu pertemuan
Dan kita diam memandang jalan dibawa waktu
Tinggal kita mesti memilih
Menghitung yang tidak ada dalam pertemuan

5
Aku sanggup membawa pertemuan itu kemana saja
Saat kamu sudah rapi mengemasi perpisahan
Dan kita menyantapnya setelah sarapan
Dan es krim sudah mencair


Selamat menemu pertemuan

 *sebuah film yang diperankan oleh Audrey Hepburn dan Georges Peppard di tahun 60an

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