Frangipani blossoms drop silently from branches.
A black kite soars in the evening sky like a giant stingray in a waterless sea.
Scattered floral offerings decoratively litter the ground.
Slender young women glide by, all lacy kebaya and sarong.
Dusk is too fleeting.
A magic lizard on the bathroom wall feigns a new colour
Early morning, and the night’s fallen jewels are swept away.
Tempe and Tofu, long beans and coconut, sambal pedas
Tumbles of greens with peanut sauce,
Krupuk, Bintang and fruit shakes.
I’m back in Bali again,
The gentle Bali of my dreams,
This time in Pemuteran.