垂钓

垂钓
文｜忒绿

他是湖的常客 
快成了岸上的树 
鱼可能很了解他

鱼竿撑起
一端满湖黄昏
另一端无名的寂寥

水下鱼钩荧荧
一条鱼与鱼钩对视，沉思
一口咬住并不好吃的诱饵

钓线处的水面生出涟漪
如无色世界里多彩的花朵突然盛开
他眼里醒来一缕欣喜

钩起
鱼不再呼吸
一双圆目如明月平静无声

 

Fishing

a frequent visitor to the lake
sits on the shore like a tree
fishes might know him well 

with a fishing rod held high
on one end a lake of dusk
loneliness on the other 

beneath the water the hook glimmers 
a fish swims around, musing 
then bites onto the unpalatable bait

ripples spread out from the vibrating line
like colorful flowers bloom in the colorless world
in his eyes a wisp of joy wakes up

fishhook rises above the water 
fish stopped breathing
round eyes reflect the moon, silent and still