A cardboard box
left by the curb
becomes a castle, a ship,
armor for a small warrior
who knows nothing of rubbish.
A fallen branch
is a sword, a wand;
a long one,
a horse galloping
across an empty field.
Brown, brittle leaves
are gathered into a golden heap,
then scattered again—
arms flung wide
as they rise into autumn air,
and for one breathless moment
the dead leaves are birds,
the child a magician,
and just like that,
the overlooked world
is full of wonder.
一剎那間
一個紙箱
被丟在路旁，
成了城堡、小船，
也成了小勇士的盔甲——
他還不知道，
世上竟有垃圾。
一根樹枝
是劍，是魔杖；
長一點的，
便成了一匹馬，
奔馳在空曠的原野。
乾枯的落葉
堆成一片金黃，
又被撒向空中——
雙臂張開，
看它們飛進秋風。
就在這一剎那，
枯葉成了鳥，
孩子成了魔法師，
而那被忽略的世界
忽然充滿了驚喜。
