窗花

樊功生

摁一下按钮

扫一下感应

门开了

又闭上

好不随意... 

一阵风

把窗户吹开

自己又去关上

屋里习惯了

天下让人不安... 

为一个数字在活着

说属于哪一堆

就是哪一堆

今天是这一堆

明天可以算到那一堆

标上了奇异的符号

为的是让外星人满意... 

那个朝阳的小窗

可以和天空对视

都说在

真在吗？

是什么样？

应该披着云一样的衣袍... 

清晨在窗前祈祷

黄昏又在窗前祈祷

天天重复

好像也没用

是不够诚

但心意还是美的

贴一幅假花吧？

让它日日夜夜

在窗口

说那些渴望... 

注：写于2020年底，北京。

Window Flower

By Ken Fan 

Press a button, 

Scan a code, 

The door opens

And then closes, 

So casual. 

The wind 

Blew open the window, 

Has to shut it right away. 

Already so accustomed to be inside, 

The outside causes such uneasiness... 

Living by a numeral. 

Wherever it belongs, 

Simply as being declared. 

Today I belong here, 

Tomorrow there. 

Stamped with a strange code,

Only to satisfy the ex-territorials...

Through that narrow window,

We can gaze up the sky. 

They all say yes,

Really?

What is He like?

Must be wearing a white robe like cloud.. .

Pray by the window at the dawn,

And then at dusk, 

Repeat daily.

Yet it seems utterly futile.

Might be the lack of sincerity, 

But the heart is always there. 

Shall we stick a paper flower on there? 

Then it will be able to stay on the window, 

And tell our stories ...