If the bird is not on the wing
What is up there in the sky?
In fact it is the sky
Not the bird
It’s the sky that keeps flying
Not the bird
The sky relegates all kinds of birdcages
To the morning parks
Leaves millions of nests
In evening forests
It flies without stopping, following the horizon line
The sun and the moon are its wings
Night and day its shadow
All birds follow it for a time
Nobody knows how high it can fly
Or how far
Or how long
From Bai Ling 白靈et al eds. Chung-hua hsien-tai wen-hsueh ta-hsi er —
Taiwan 1989-2003 shih chuan i《中華現代文學大系(貳)—— 臺灣1989 ~ 2003
詩卷(一)》( A Comprehensive Anthology of Contemporary Chinese Literature in
Taiwan, 1989-2003, Poetry Vol. 1 ). Taipei : Chiuko Publishing Co., 2003.