Poetry karya oma Bibsy Sonharjo

A Frozen Lake


i am standing on my heart. It's frozen.
you know, this time it is a frozen lake-
smooth and hard.
a little stream is flowing through it
and its water is my blood;
blood so thin it must be mixed with water-
water or tears.
along the stream the children laugh and play
and then a little boy falls in it with one foot
and cannot get it out again-
it's stuck fast in the cardboard bottom of the stream.
then all the children try to pull him out
and get him out all right;
and now he is their hero of the day.
then they all go away, and I can hear their voices
a long, long time though they have disappeared from sight.