隔离

樊功生

I. 

十四天

不长也不短

每天趴在窗台上

呆呆地看着

外面什么都变新鲜了

那个来往的红皮大巴

以前天天坐

现在倒有点忘了

哪天出去

一定要再坐一次... 

II. 

黑云从后山上滚了下来

雨也落了

还是跟平时不一样

不是向下

而是平着扫

窗外的人在疯狂地跑

身边的电视哇啦哇啦的

大概是改了九号风球

手上的咖啡热热的

还是屋里好...

Quarantine 

By Ken Fan 

I. 

Fourteen days, 

Neither too long, 

Nor too short. 

Lean by the window 

and gaze with sighs,

Everything becomes fascinating. 

Even that big Red Bus, 

Used to be on it every morning, 

And now almost forget. 

Surely will take it once again...

II.

Dark clouds roll down fast 

from those back hills,

And so is the rain, storming in. 

Unseen from other times,

It's sweeping horizontally,

Instead of vertically.

Below the window,

People are running frantically.

TV is making usual noises,

Fast beat, 

Maybe the storm intensity is elevated again. 

With a hot cup of coffee in hands, 

Maybe it's better then to be inside...