There is something inside

我们每个人的身体里

each of us

都有某种东西

that scurries toward the past

正在向过去快步奔跑

in our bodies a rooted history

历史在我们的身体里扎根

perhaps in the balls of our feet

可能在我们的前脚掌里

a microscopic yearning

有一种微小的渴望

that floats inside that sphere

漂浮在脚掌的球状体里

yearning in a language we've forgotten.

在说着一种我们已经忘记的语言。

History is too in our knees

历史也扎根在我们的膝盖内部

in the ball that pops

在我们旅行时

& twists as we journey.

会胀起和扭曲的球状体里。

And for those of us blessed to be old

对于有幸已经变老

& for those of us blessed to be young

和有幸还年轻的我们来说

it lives inside the tiny ball of skin

它生存在深埋于我们肚脐深处

deep inside the belly button

皮肤上小小的球状体里

tickles recollections from our tongues

它让舌头发痒想要说出回忆中

stories of stories from then—

从彼时起发生的故事的故事——

history lives in circles & spheres

历史生存于循环和球状体中

floating

漂浮

always suspended

一直悬浮着

waiting for release.

等待着被释放。