- Vol. 03
- Chapter 03
Tessa, That Time On Lake Toba
The boy didn’t need a raincoat.
(Nope it wasn’t raining.) He swanned in,
diving in the magenta heat,
light as scales, throbbed ballet-like,
and you know what he got?
The coins we tossed into the clear,
and it was such a theater,
to fetch them back.
When I went on a vacation,
it was rest alternated with seeing.
Sitting under the shade of some tree–
bodhi, chestnut, tree-with-no-name.
That time I sat on a wooden deck chair
under the open sky, camera in hand,
watching the repertory of dives.
Touching. Heart babbling.