我喜歡把手藏在米裏的感覺

I recall, in front of the grocery,

散發一種禾稻的氣味

sinking my hand in dry rice,

在雜貨店門前，記憶的邊緣

the sack’s faint whiff of paddy,

還有未完全磨去的穀粒

some grains partly husked,

偶然的沙石，有榖牛在攀爬

fine sand against the fingers,

一座隨時而變的小丘

the wriggling speck of a grain weevil.

有顆粒自指縫流瀉

I’d shift the mound,

如時間的沙漏

rice slipping from my palm

like sand through an hourglass.

如今觸手是塑料的微涼

空間都除去了，珍珠似的顆粒

Now I touch cool plastic,

並排，如一首誰的詩

vacuum slabbed,

將沙石統統剔除

grit sieved, pearly grains

放在架上，讓人認取品牌

packed as characters in a poem.

買一種安全的品味

From a shelf,

buyers choose safe brands.

淘洗大可隨意了

按時圍讀一種飯香

Rinsed if you like,

筷子抑揚間

we still gather round the warmth,

便說有了溫暖的感覺

and as the chopsticks rise and fall

breathe the old fragrance.