空地

公司旁有塊空地。雨後路過,能聞到清新的泥土味。在寸土寸金的深圳中心區,竟存有這樣一個地方讓花草肆意生長。長啊長的,蓋住了單車的輪胎。車主若來取,須用腳將旁邊的草蹭開些許。那發出的咝咝聲響,宛若夕陽的前奏。

我想起溫哥華的家旁也有一塊空地,極大極荒蕪。夏天的時候它有無盡的芒草;秋天的時分它能儲存霧氣;冬天一來,薄薄的白雪一鋪,它是真實的幻境。我從遠處眺望它,只看見滿天的星空。

 哪怕它們最終會被佔領,我將感謝它們曾經的存在。空白有多么奢侈,這對於那些先作態再生活的人來說,實在太難理解。

posted on: 星期一, 23.08.2010 | 1 comment | Category: 一直流浪 | read more

逆光時刻

                                                         

                                                                                                         采珠人潛入夜晚
                                                                                                     雲中的鼓手動作優美
                                                                                                       星星鉸鏈吊起樓房
                                                                                                           轉向另一面
                                                                                                     窗戶漏掉巨型風暴
                                                                                                        漩渦中的沉睡者
                                                                                                    快抓住這標明出口的
                                                                                                            設計圖紙吧
                                                                                                    逆光時刻道路暗淡
                                                                                                   漁夫在虛無以外撒網
                                                                                                       一隻蝴蝶翻飛在
                                                                                                     歷史巨大的昏話中 
                                                                                                                                     — 北島

                                                                    從記憶中尋出這首詩,於清晨默念後,方才昏昏睡去。

posted on: 星期四, 20.05.2010 | 3 comments | Category: 塵世掠影 | read more