The Lightbulb and The Cereal Bowl

East Java, 2017, Taken by Jessy Ismoyo

By late night, I can't sleep,

I need something to munch

So, I had milk and whole wheat cereal in my knitwear

Reading Voltaire in my old dusty chair

Ten light bulb...

Fan noise...

Humid weather...

Life is a comedy, and a book is a remedy

Isn't it?

But my mind isn't there, it's never really there

I feel that the clock and the painting stare at me

In the place where I used to pray

Stealing the air...

Sparing the despair...

By late night, I sit there, eating, with a hurricane in my soul

I read two lines in Candide that succesfully make a hole

"You are bitter man," said Candide

"That's because I've lived," said Martin

That part is such a tone

And I'm subdued like the only wheat in my cereal bowl

Rain is dropping

The sky is storming

All lightning bolt comes without warning

I sit there, twirling the milk and whole wheat cereal,

Smiling bitterly and wandering, 

If there's a way of returning

Do you know that we are all sunk in key hole?

Drown with anxiety for chasing a goal

Or, just there, being what we are

Wishing to be a whole like all wheat in cereal bowl

Salatiga,

28 March 2017