You write. About the things that already exist.

你寫作。寫那些已經存在的事物。

And they say you fantasize.

他們說你在幻想。

You keep quiet. Like the sunken nets

你保持沉默。像偷獵者

of poachers. Like an angel

凹陷的網。像天使

who knows what the night may bring.

知道黑夜中將發生什麼。

And you travel. You forgot,

你出走。你遺忘

so that you can come back.

以便再次歸來。

You write and you don’t want to remember

你寫作但你不願記起

the stone, the sea, the believers

石頭，大海，信徒入睡時

sleeping with their hands apart.

雙手並不合十。