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T O E A N


seperti halnya lampu di taman kota
menjelang pukul dua belas dini hari
cahaya bergerak, mengerdipkan mata pengunjung yang berkekasih  
aku menduga rumah sudah begitu nihil dan bisu
almanak terus bergerak, berpacu bersama angin
namun di dadanya meluap keheningan
sebuah catatan hidup tiada henti
mendesaknya merindukan bulan
pemandangan dari jendela sebuah apartemen
sepasang kaki yang berkecipak di kolam renang
jembatan penyeberangan yang goyang
atau pekik klakson yan tersumbat
hingga pesanan pizza yang kepalang dingin

lalu seperti ada yang memanggil
kecemasan Kierkegaard meninjunya
kematian Camus seperti berbaris
menggoda dan melepas pakaiannya

gugur daun menghentikan pagi
namun masih ada yang terayun dan terbang
hingga jatuh ke selaput dadanya
muara yang tipis dan memanjang
mengibaskan aroma beras dan yasmin

: Mintaraga
  lekas sembuh Toean

Jakarta, March 2019
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