There is something wistful and melancholic about a bicycle, static, abandoned, waiting, unmoving. This photograph was taken at the foot of Borobodur, the mighty Buddhist temple near Yogyakarta, Java, Indonesia.
Thousands of hot and weary visitors filed by to climb the terraces of the temple and this bicycle sat. Waiting for someone to sit upon it and journey somewhere else. My poem in Indonesian with an English translation
Sepeda kesepian tidak pergi ke mana mana. Tujuan yang tidak diketahui. Jalur untuk waktu yang akan datang. Naik dan biarkan takdir menjadi tujuan Anda
Lonely bicycle not going anywhere.
Destination unknown. Pathway for time to come. Ride on and let destiny be your destination.
Pathway for time to come. Ride on and let destiny be your destination.
