Lari!!! Lari!! Selamatkan telur!! Selamatkan telur!!
Pasu cekur dan sarang burung jadi sarang semut gila. Kawan aku cakap semut tu dipanggil semut gila sebab selalu lari lintang-pukang, tidak tentu arah macam orang gila.
Masing-masing menggonggong telur. Lari pusing-pusing. Terlanggar kawan. Tukar arah. Masuk barisan.
Aku siram. Halia dan kunyit yang aku tanam dalam pasu sudah mati. Kering macam warna jerami. Daun tongkat ali pun sudah jatuh. Yang masih melekat sudah kuning-kuning. Aku pernah baca kononnya tumbuhan di saat kekeringan, mengeluarkan bunyi nyaring ketika hampir mati. Frekuensi bunyi itu terlalu tinggi sehingga tidak dapat didengar oleh telinga manusia. Mungkin betul, sebab memang aku x dengar apa-apa bunyi dari beranda tu. Hari ni baru aku nampak halia dan kunyit sudah mati.
Dalam musim panas, koloni semut gila dilanda banjir kilat.
Orang awam menyelamatkan diri dan anak-anak kecil. Polis tentera memberi tunjuk arah. Permaisuri tidak kelihatan. Mungkin lari ikut secret tunnel. Dilindungi secret agent. Mayday! Mayday!
Selamatkan telur!! Selamatkan telur!!
Saturday, 26 January 2008
Thursday, 19 July 2007
i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart),
i am never without it
anywhere i go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling
i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)
i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing, is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
e.e cummings,
1894-1962
i am never without it
anywhere i go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling
i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)
i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing, is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
e.e cummings,
1894-1962
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