Winter

Facts of the recital frozen on the window
With flakes accumulating into the still
Night broods

Breath in my son’s sleep rhythmical
But the season fills my memory
with snow

Mercury column descends in swift tempo
the quarter-worth of neglect
abstract no more

Culture is a wall
halting beyond the threshold
while time losing itself little by little

As the storm leaves tiptoe
The Sonatina by Kuhlau washes over
earlier than usual

“Is an accident accidental?”
In the sound of the piano
Lies a logic answer to an illogical

事实封冻着窗扉
雪花静静地叠加
夜
在思想

儿子梦中的呼吸均匀
季节却在我的记忆里
一片
白茫茫

墙上的水银柱快速下降
系数为四分之一的疏忽
凝固
不再抽象

文化是堵墙
稍息在门槛
任凭时间一分一秒
失去形状

黎明点脚来到
库劳的小奏鸣曲
骤响
早于往常

“意外究竟是不是意外？”
无逻辑的问题
有了逻辑性的
答案？