鐘的反面有人翩然蒞止，坐下

Behind time’s face,

面對昨夜凋零一地的黃花：

among strewn yellow blossoms,

表情錯愕，翅膀上點點瑩光

light sparkling wings

想是屢次星際來回就沾染些

descend in astonishment,

是非流言，卻不是我們能輕易否認──

as if returned from a star

坐著，在長短針將盡未盡的時刻

with some message

維持一種互動，風一樣循環的關係

we can’t easily deny.

誰先到誰就安心等著

Dropping down when neither hour

nor minute hand have come

to their conclusion

but maintain their relation,

like the turning and cycling of wind.

Whoever gets there first can wait.