選自The Burning of the Books（2009）
The visionary moment comes
just as it is raining, just as bombs
are falling, just as atoms
burst like a sneeze in a city park
and enter the (lark
as if it were the waiting ark.
You open your hand and blow
the dust. You pick and throw
the stone. You make the round O
of your mouth perfect as light
and the tree bends and stands upright
in the stolid night.
from The Burning of the Books（2009）