垂釣

垂釣
文｜忒綠

他是湖的常客 
快成了岸上的樹 
魚可能很了解他

魚竿撐起
一端滿湖黃昏
另一端無名的寂寥

水下魚鉤熒熒
一條魚與魚鉤對視，沉思
一口咬住並不好吃的誘餌

釣線處的水麵生出漣漪
如無色世界裏多彩的花朵突然盛開
他眼裏醒來一縷欣喜

鉤起
魚不再呼吸
一雙圓目如明月平靜無聲

 

Fishing

a frequent visitor to the lake
sits on the shore like a tree
fishes might know him well 

with a fishing rod held high
on one end a lake of dusk
loneliness on the other 

beneath the water the hook glimmers 
a fish swims around, musing 
then bites onto the unpalatable bait

ripples spread out from the vibrating line
like colorful flowers bloom in the colorless world
in his eyes a wisp of joy wakes up

fishhook rises above the water 
fish stopped breathing
round eyes reflect the moon, silent and still