There must be something

upon the hill,

when crescent whispers to shadows,

trees stretch each tip,

and owls halt on the branches.

There must be something

in the breeze,

when misty May breathes fragrance,

windows half open,

and sunrays shed golden pattern.

There must be something

on the beach,

when sunset kisses the skyline,

waves twist with bubbles,

and sand embraces our footprints.

There must be something

beneath the snow,

when quiescence dominates mountains,

squirrels clutch pinecones,

and I watch you from a distance.

(Selected poems for 2005 Ted Plantos Award)

一定會有什么

在那高高的山崗上;

當(dāng)新月低語于陰影，

樹枝伸展它們的末梢，

貓頭鷹悄悄地停駐。

一定會有什么

在輕輕的微風(fēng)里;

當(dāng)潮濕的五月吐露芬芳，

窗口半開，

陽光送進(jìn)金色的圖案。

一定會有什么

在軟軟的沙灘上;

當(dāng)日落吻別天邊，

波濤盤旋著泡沫，

細(xì)沙簇?fù)碇覀兊哪_印。

一定會有什么

在深深的積雪里;

當(dāng)寂靜籠罩著山巒，

松鼠緊緊抓住果核，

而我遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)地看著你。