Moonlight over the island affects people watching the sea
by Tong Chiao
After I having returned to the island for many years,
My heart is moistened by the humidity of sea breeze.
The footprints I left in European continent
Have gradually been washed by the waves here.
Sometimes the days appear to be sunshine.
It shines on the balcony protruding from the facade of the building.
Both the planting under the awning, and the homeowner of the French door
Received a message:
‘Do not be depressed anymore.’
On the street, some people are ready to leave here completely.
They used to look into the distance on the roof,
Or to watch the planes taking off and landing. Imagine
Their first day of walking on a foreign street.
In the lane, some people came back from far away.
They prune the flowers, like pruning the conflicts, struggles and regrets they have had.
In October, the weather is still blazing hot.
I remembered that in early-September a few years ago, I had already worn thin long sleeves shirt.
People at home go to the office, and become people in the office.
People go to the construction site, and become people at the construction site.
People go into the shopping mall, and become people in the shopping mall.
They are all waiting
For the children’s growth,
For the children’s homecoming.
Moonlight over the island affects people watching the sea.
People in marriage are humming ‘She came to my concert.’
People remaining single are singing Crowd Lu’s ‘He-R.’
Days, silver grass blossom, and ice cream products.
Over the years, it much like everyone knows how to comfort themselves.
The sea breeze saw the child off,
And brought him back,
Repeating a single movement by the shore.
Pick up a stone, and throw it to a pebble on the rock.
Yet the people next to it vent their problems of work and life
While playing the send.
Looking far away,
Looking far beyond.
The time is up.
The smell of croaker wafted.