Listening to My Own Heartbeat

Tide rise, tide ebb. Daynight, nightday. Systole, diastole. A continuity that gives an illusion of immortality. But that will stop. One day.

Listening to His Heartbeat

Delicately I put my ear on his skin. He will leave forever. I fall asleep assured of that.

--By Nelden Djakababa

Frightened Herons

Frightened by predators herons fly away to safety taking along their children to a far-away destination

Herons will come back to their nests after the danger vanishes Nests are their very home while the sky is a playground

But, herons never seek refuge at the habitat of human beings Because they are too brutal even to their own offsprings

-- By Ngatini Rasdi

-- Translated by TIS