Elixir..

Another day in another project. Before the moon rise, in a dusty place I saw the workers walked to the bus. Their face looks very tired. Dirty, and Sweaty. Small thin cloud moves very slowly above the unfinished structure. It is almost 6pm – east Indonesia time zone, but the sky still bright. This cloud dramatizes the evening situation. Symbolize of going home. I was far away from home and the workers too. It’s already evening; in an era that I’ve known years ago… evening is a time for home. Time to stop our external activities. Time to start another activities at home.

I start to find a temporary place to fulfill my feeling of home in a site town. It’s not a home sick, but it’s a necessity feeling to stop the activity today, and take a rest to collect new energy for tomorrow. I am a worker too, just like the others that I saw in the evening. My job took me to this site. Although everyone says I am a white collar, and they are blue collar, but the essence is just the same. They are here because of their job, so do I.

The same cloud appears from distance. It is still moving very slowly. As if it tired like me. The moon appears in imperfect shape. In front of me the site town with an ocean background looks very beautiful. My hearth whispers the Creator’s name. My spirit emerges. It is like an elixir of all sorrow. I make a wish in my hearth. Wishing the men that I saw this evening have an elixir like me.

Somewhere, 2007