How is it
that the waves are so sure
-to the shore
they're always going?
How is it
that the clouds always seem
to know
where they're heading?
Is it the wind who tells them?
Is it the earth who moves them?
As I'm standing -grounded-
the earth doesn't even whisper
And the wind -as I kiss him-
it doesn't even tickle my wings.
(Gili Nanggu, Lombok-Indonesia/August 30th,2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem