LONGINGS

i have longed to hit the squill

and hear the faithful tick-tock

of a perishing machine

i have longed to bear witness

of rare encounters ‘twixt words

and true meanings sunk in memory

i have long prepared this soul

to find the truths, lies and doubts

buried deep in man’s mystery

QUATRAIN ON A JAR OF PICKLES

after the fleeting summer

in your overjoyed heart

haunt years to endure

a love with all doors shut

forget a hearty dinner

make do instead, with these

fingerlike cucumbers –

who taught you to be so eager?

(sumber: buku A JAR OF PICKLES: A Potpourri of Poems from Indonesia , puisi-puisi Sukasah Syahdan, Penerbit Abis+Ordinat, Jakarta, cetakan pertama, Maret 2006)