无声的舵 （致意海员 - 在第15个世界海员日来临之际）

"Silent   Keepers"

For the unrecognized but unfazed Seafarers

We stir salt into coffee

While dawn breaks on the waves,

Our hands rough as anchor chains

Holding the cargo no one sees.

Night shifts drone with radar screens

Routes stitch latitude and longitude.
We count the stars that slip away

As fish scale the moon's thin hook.

The ocean never sleeps, they say,

But forget we're the ones who stay awake,

Mending torn nets of storm warnings,

Tying knots in the dark's loose threads.

Photos fade where wallets crease

Children's laughter trapped in plastic.

We fold time into tide charts,

Carry birthdays in unopened letters.

When waves sing the same old tune,

We hum along to keep the silence out.

Our backs bend beneath the world's weight,

Yet light pours from lighthouses we fuel.

《无声的舵》

献给不被人识却默默奉献的海员

空气中的盐分融入咖啡，

黎明在浪尖破晓；

如海锚般坚毅的手掌，

托住无人知晓的货舱。

雷达在夜班中嗡鸣，

经纬沿着航线航行；

看着天上斗转星移，

望着鱼儿跃出波光粼粼。

他们说海洋从不沉睡，

却不知守夜的海员是谁；

缝补着风暴撕破的预言，

打结再系着断裂的绳索。

照片安静躺在褶皱的钱包里，

孩子的笑声困在皮夹中；

把时间折进潮汐表，

心愿宝盒装进迟到的信封。

当海浪哼起如往的曲调，

我们轻声和着来抵挡寂寥；

脊梁被世界的重量压弯，

却为灯塔续满燃料把四方照亮。