How do I know, tonight
above the heavy layers of dark clouds
the moon is a round ball, not a flat pancake
or a square or triangular block
or some formless mass
And how can I be sure
that there is only one moon
not a cluster
of man-made satellites
And of course in today's digital world
I can't rule out the possibility
of the old moon being now
a virtual image
Yet I know in my heart
that thousands of miles away
your gaze, penetrating the thick clouds
has filled the virtual image
with a pure brilliance
guiding my eyes
to the true moon
*published in Prairie Light Review(1999.3.20)
<中秋月>
知道
所有
回不了家的
暗淡的眼睛
将彻夜不眠地凝望着她
她把自己
打扮得
又圆
又亮
(2010)
*《日光围巾》─《非马新诗自选集》第四卷(2000-2012) ,秀威资讯,台北,2012.10
MID-AUTUMN MOON
knowing
all the sad eyes
of those who can’t go home
will stare at her
all night