Thursday

I take the phone to bed

seeming so far from you

keep dreaming you call me

that I wake up

that the moon joins us

binding us at sundown

and sunrise

erasing the hours

The knot of fear dissolves

in that Resonant Country

where there’s time for everything

At five

the wind rattles the windows

and I rise

ready the water

prepare the tea

make the bed

knowing

without seeing myself in the dirty pane

that it’s just me

in autumn and standing in the doorway

awaiting the light

of another Thursday

星期四

我把电话带到床边

感觉离你如此遥远

总是梦见你打来电话

而我醒来发现

还是把我们联结在一起的月夜

从日落到日出

抹消了时间

恐惧拧成的结消逝在

那个回响的国家

在那里，一切都有时间

五点

风敲击着窗

我起床

烧水

泡茶

铺床

不用看见脏窗格里的自己

也知道

这是我

在秋季，站在门廊里

等待