金索尔Kinsol高架桥

文/和平岛

横跨科克西拉峡谷

独立木质结构，在四十四米的虚空

扛起十九世纪的铁轨。

名字取自“所罗门王铜矿”，

矿脉的指纹，与木柱的年轮

共同扎根于

变质辉长岩与角闪岩的基岩。

两个超级工程——

两亿年前的地幔岩浆，

在十五公里深的高压地壳淬火，

再被板块高高举起。

威斯康星冰盖化身挖掘机，

万年前，劈开这道峡谷的喉咙。

属于金索尔的人类纪年——

1914年破土，

1920年合龙，

最终在1979年的夏天，黯然废弃。

直到本世纪初，在众人的掌心

重新醒来。

适逢维多利亚节的长周末，

徒步者，家人，自行车流，

鱼贯而过。

桥下，暗绿色岩石，冷峻的肋骨间，

一株流星花在风中凝视。

陡然，白头鹰的双翼

划破峡谷的寂静——

一场暴烈的冰雹，

揭开远古冰盖的密码，

如满天流星

轰然砸下。

The Kinsol Trestle

By He Ping Dao

Spanning the Koksilah River,

A free-standing wooden frame in forty-four meters of void,

Shouldering rails of the nineteenth century.

Derived from the King Solomon Copper Mine,

The fingerprints of ore veins, and the rings of timber pillars,

Root together deep within

The bedrock of metamorphic gabbro and amphibolite.

Two super-engineering feats—

Mantle magma from two hundred million years ago,

Quenched in the high-pressure crust fifteen kilometers deep,

Then hoisted up by tectonic plates.

The Cordilleran Ice Sheet, turned excavator,

Split open this river ten thousand years ago.

The human chronicle belonging to Kinsol—

Ground broken in 1914,

Joined in 1920,

And finally, in the summer of 1979, abandoned to the shadows.

Not until the turn of this century, held in the palms of Friends of The Trestle,

Did it wake again.

Coinciding with the Victoria Day long weekend,

Hikers, families, and herds of bicycles

Pass through in a steady stream.

Below the bridge, between the grim ribs of dark green rock,

A shooting star flower gazes in the wind.

Abruptly, the wings of a bald eagle

Rip through the silence of the canyon—

A violent squall of hail,

Deciphering the code of the ancient ice sheet,

Like a sky full of shooting stars,

Comes crashing down.