A way
There is a way in the body
we traveled once
beyond the old maps
across the miles
to where we stood
then wandered off the way
we went. This body’s road is young,
covers it’s tracks.
It asks for rain.
If I stand by the stream
of myself, I hear the true waters,
follow them to the great river road
which swims toward the ocean.
It is here I keep myself afloat.
道
人生中的道
我们曾用记忆寻找
从起点前行数米远
却迷失在旅途中
青年的道是幼稚的。
我问道于雨。
我独自站在小溪旁
听着潺潺的水声
跟随着水流汇入大河
奔流到海不复还。
我问道自己。
