In Bandung That Early Morning Poem by RIC BASTASA

what we finally had
was not
time wasted the
car climbed
so many hills
passing by the
garden of
flowers
seeing how men and
women of this village
turn it
into a paradise
of scents and colors

small cottages dot
green hills
clouds hover like
resting
passersby

when we reach
Sapulipudi
a young woman guides
us to a javanese
hut
where a flat table
waits us

beside us is a pond
with kois
swimming beside the
lotuses

long reeds abound
beside big boulders of
shiny rocks
wet with the morning
rain

rice on banana leaves
fried chicken garnished
with chili sauce
sweet guava juice full in
transparent glass

we squat facing each other
amazed with the way
peace and beauty
fuse with each other's
body
as though they are
mortals making love
before us....