by GWEN BITTI

drenched peace

a tanka string

Seminyak…
running in the rain
a street vendor
offers me
a flattened cardboard box

motorcyclists
and pillion passengers
raincoats thrashing
slide across the bridge
my quivering heart

nearby
unperturbed monkeys
chatter
their constant hum
resonating deep within me

high on pylons
a siege of white herons
survey
the spilling stream…
their peaceful presence