《蒂韦登国家公园》

作者：和平岛

阳光照射得到的地方

更新世的冰盖消退

留下一派混乱的残骸————

羊背石，麝牛角，冰碛石，飞来峰

你将穿行

在古老的花岗岩基

撕裂与磨蚀后形成的深邃裂缝和狭窄缝隙之间

这些未经雕琢的美丽，审美的角度

常常被森林中古老的松树与厚厚的苔藓所包装

偶尔露出的刀锋

滴着清泉，铁锈

与血赭

在午后的空气里，夹杂

苔藓受潮后的土腥味

与松脂的清香

而一旦夜色降临

月亮像冷风中摇晃的船灯

即将熄灭之际

朦胧之中

巨石之海就演变成了

令人望而生畏的

幽暗森林

凄厉的夜枭

和穿透18亿年岩层之后的狼嚎

浪迹江湖的亡命之徒与

民间传说的石人巨魔

被压在巨石重力黑影之下的小帐篷

面朝

梅特斯湖

这个深邃黝黑的冰碛湖————

这么看都像

一只巨魔的脚

陷于前寒武纪花岗岩石的陷阱

我侧了个身

黑色海洋里的一个小像素

唯一星星

Tiveden National Park

By He Ping Dao (Peace Island)

Where the sunlight reaches

The Pleistocene ice sheet receded

Leaving behind a chaotic wake of wreckage——

Roche moutonnée, muskox horns, moraines, and erratic blocks.

You will wander

Through deep fissures and narrow gaps

Torn and abraded into the ancient granite basement.

This uncarved beauty, from an aesthetic gaze,

Is often wrapped by ancient pines and thick mosses of the forest.

An occasional exposed blade

Drips with spring water, rust,

And hematite red;

In the afternoon air, there mingles

The earthy scent of damp moss

And the crisp fragrance of pine resin.

But once night falls,

When the moon is like a ship’s lantern swaying in the cold wind

On the verge of flickering out,

Amidst the haze,

The sea of boulders evolves

Into a daunting

And gloomy forest.

The shrill cry of the night owl

And the wolf’s howl piercing through eighteen hundred million years of rock;

Outlaws wandering the world,

And the stone trolls of folklore.

The tiny tent, pressed beneath the gravity-shadow of giant rocks,

Faces

Lake Metesjön,

This deep, dark moraine lake——

No matter how you look, it resembles

The foot of a giant troll

Trapped in a snare of Precambrian granite.

I turn onto my side:

A tiny pixel in a black ocean.

The solitary star.