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

在輕輕的微風里;

當潮濕的五月吐露芬芳，

窗口半開，

陽光送進金色的圖案。

一定會有什么

在軟軟的沙灘上;

當日落吻別天邊，

波濤盤旋著泡沫，

細沙簇擁著我們的腳印。

一定會有什么

在深深的積雪里;

當寂靜籠罩著山巒，

松鼠緊緊抓住果核，

而我遠遠地看著你。