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PADA SIAPA KITA BERTANYA


namun kepada siapa kita bertanya
mengenai tulisan serapat ini
ketika yang kita temukan berupa bunyian
kemudian makna yang terhimpun
menjadi jalinan sebuah cerita
untuk disampaikan ke berbagai alamat asing
bagi sebagian orang

kita menemui kemungkinan yang berbeda
namun begitu melangkah satu persatu
jalanan seolah membuka diri
tidak begitu lebar
tapi yang pasti dapat dimasuki oleh kita
yang tidak lagi mempercayakan semuanya pada nasib

menatap dalam setiap letupan senyuman
kita menjelma kebahagiaan setiap sepuluh detik
kedamaian selama lima menit
dan kesempurnaan yang berulang berkali lipat

sudah sampai di tikungan tajam itu
namun ada yang tak ingin berjalan masing-masing
sebab dalam cerita
bunyian dan makna saling terkait

sebab aku terlanjur mencemaskan kita
berkelana tanpa kawan
malam dan fajar terasa sama
menjadi lebih dingin
tak enak diajak bicara

pada titik yang jauh
kita tidak menemukan yang lain
kecuali sebuah lapangan kosong

atau hanya diri sendiri
tegak di antara keheningan
membawa raib kehangatan yang sudah-sudah
dan ia menjemputmu
menjemputku

kerap kali kubayangkan betapa rutinitas
sangat ingin membunuhku
menggiringku ke dalam mimpi
tanpa pernah terbangun
lalu maut menoleh ke arahku
mengacungkan sebuah catatan kematian
siasat bunuh diri secara diam-diam

namun aku tidak lari
sebab sebelum kamu menjadi cara yang rumit untuk pulang
telah aku lepaskan nafas satu persatu
meninggalkannya pada sebuah amplop untuk dibawa pergi
atau dihanyutkan selama ribuan tahun
hingga tak ada yang membaca dan menuliskannya ulang

Jekardah, March 2019

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