(Central Java)
He steppedfrom a shop doorway,
stood.
Our eyes held.
Then I was past
in the taxi.
A fair woman,
considered beautiful
there.
And he
lean, dark,
piratical.
Not Indonesian.
Too tall, curly-haired ...
a mystery.
That was all
until, back home,
headline:
These men missing,
believed dead.
He, centre photo.
Portuguese engineers,
East Timor take-over
(1979).
Already escaped
that day?
Or
visiting
and went
back ... ?
[Poem #86]
Comments from original posting:
ReplyDeletePearl 13 March 2010 at 04:01
hm, tantalizing how close we get sometimes to more of the story.
Rosemary Nissen-Wade 13 March 2010 at 10:45
We were both out of context. He drew my attention simply because of his incredible handsomeness. And I, as I say, was considered a great beauty there by dint of my colouring (though not at home lol) so I guess it would have been the same for him, that and a curiosity on both sides as to what this person was doing there. It wasn't a great tourist resort or anything.
We didn't even realise East Timor had been invaded until we got home from our holiday; it happened while we were away, and we weren't listening to world news.
There was another bit I must write about too: some friendly young soldiers at a friend's house in Surabaya, whom I later realised must have been on their way to do the invading.
Pearl 21 March 2010 at 06:39
wow, friendly young soldiers on their way to an invasion. funny how that can be.