Incense Of Rain Poem by Silivester Kiik

half a month passed
terminalia catappa leaves harden the lawn
worms rotting into it
like their love wasn't enough

incense rain today
be cursed by what we see
with all the questions
that you can imagine
one god, now and forever

the clouds before us
bind us
ride us
in all power
with what?
can you imagine

the rainy season dissolves
sowing stories
screaming wounds
home: in the presence of prayer
without having to question
what has been done

Atambua - NTT - Indonesia,11 March 2023