Plants on the Air 空中的植物-1
空中的植物
我是空中的植物,被關在小小的盆子裡。根觸不到大地,雖然活著,但不能長高長密,我的枝椏沒有任意攫取陽光的權利。麻雀偶爾會來我身上停一下,但通常叫不到三聲就飛走。這裡沒有牠想要的同伴或果實,連築個巢恐怕都不容易。曾有一隻壁虎在這裡逛了三天,抓不到一隻昆蟲,嘆了一聲:「咳!簡直是沙漠嘛!」便消失在牆的另一頭。
住在屋子裡養育我的主人,情況也好不到哪去,他也是腳掌從不碰觸土地,總是包著一圈橡膠從一間水泥房,進到另一間水泥房裡。他跟我一樣,早已失去跟大地的連繫。他被迫關在小小的水泥籠裡,望出去只有冷冷的玻璃、鐵窗,連天空都進不了他的心。
因此,不論對自己或別人他都不太有表情,也不在乎任何有生命的東西。珊瑚白化,物種消失,比起等一下要穿哪一套衣服還不重要。照半天鏡子後他總是在雖不滿意但勉強接受的狀態下拎著皮包(裡面裝著主人的維生系統,功能有點像我的小盆兒)奪門而出,直到晚上才拖著像我三天沒喝水般的疲憊身軀回來。
我的主人是否也只是一棵帶著盆子能移動的空中植物?我不太確定,不過我們的處境倒是越來越相像。
Plants on the Air
I am a plant on the air. I am locked in a small pot and my root never reaches into the ground. Even though I am alive, I cannot grow tall and flourishing. My branches have no right to freely catch up with sunshine. Occasionally a sparrow will stop by on me and usually it flies away within squalling 3 times. Here has no mate or insects it prefers, not to mention to build up a nest. There used to be a house lizard roaming 3 days around without capturing one single worm. It sighed: “Alas! This is like a lifeless desert!” Then it disappeared on the other end of a wall.
My owner who lives in this house and grows me, share a similar situation like mine. He never puts his feet onto the land and always moves from one cement house to another cement house with robber soles. Like me, he already lost the connection with the earth long time ago. He is forced to be locked into a tiny cement cage. Looking out from this cage, what he sees are cold glass and iron windows. Even the sky cannot enter into his heart.
Therefore, he does not have many facial expressions toward himself and others. He does not care about anything with life-force, either. The carol reefs turning white or disappearance of species is not as important as which clothing to wear later. After looking himself in the mirror for a while, he always carries his suitcase out in a not-that-happy and reluctantly-accepted mood. (Inside there is the life-supporting system for my owner. It functions like my small pot. ) Till night falls, he came home in the tired body as like that I have not drunken water for three days.
Will my owner be like another plant on the air and moving around with a pot? I am not sure. Somehow I feel our positions are getting alike.
我是空中的植物,被關在小小的盆子裡。根觸不到大地,雖然活著,但不能長高長密,我的枝椏沒有任意攫取陽光的權利。麻雀偶爾會來我身上停一下,但通常叫不到三聲就飛走。這裡沒有牠想要的同伴或果實,連築個巢恐怕都不容易。曾有一隻壁虎在這裡逛了三天,抓不到一隻昆蟲,嘆了一聲:「咳!簡直是沙漠嘛!」便消失在牆的另一頭。
住在屋子裡養育我的主人,情況也好不到哪去,他也是腳掌從不碰觸土地,總是包著一圈橡膠從一間水泥房,進到另一間水泥房裡。他跟我一樣,早已失去跟大地的連繫。他被迫關在小小的水泥籠裡,望出去只有冷冷的玻璃、鐵窗,連天空都進不了他的心。
因此,不論對自己或別人他都不太有表情,也不在乎任何有生命的東西。珊瑚白化,物種消失,比起等一下要穿哪一套衣服還不重要。照半天鏡子後他總是在雖不滿意但勉強接受的狀態下拎著皮包(裡面裝著主人的維生系統,功能有點像我的小盆兒)奪門而出,直到晚上才拖著像我三天沒喝水般的疲憊身軀回來。
我的主人是否也只是一棵帶著盆子能移動的空中植物?我不太確定,不過我們的處境倒是越來越相像。
Plants on the Air
I am a plant on the air. I am locked in a small pot and my root never reaches into the ground. Even though I am alive, I cannot grow tall and flourishing. My branches have no right to freely catch up with sunshine. Occasionally a sparrow will stop by on me and usually it flies away within squalling 3 times. Here has no mate or insects it prefers, not to mention to build up a nest. There used to be a house lizard roaming 3 days around without capturing one single worm. It sighed: “Alas! This is like a lifeless desert!” Then it disappeared on the other end of a wall.
My owner who lives in this house and grows me, share a similar situation like mine. He never puts his feet onto the land and always moves from one cement house to another cement house with robber soles. Like me, he already lost the connection with the earth long time ago. He is forced to be locked into a tiny cement cage. Looking out from this cage, what he sees are cold glass and iron windows. Even the sky cannot enter into his heart.
Therefore, he does not have many facial expressions toward himself and others. He does not care about anything with life-force, either. The carol reefs turning white or disappearance of species is not as important as which clothing to wear later. After looking himself in the mirror for a while, he always carries his suitcase out in a not-that-happy and reluctantly-accepted mood. (Inside there is the life-supporting system for my owner. It functions like my small pot. ) Till night falls, he came home in the tired body as like that I have not drunken water for three days.
Will my owner be like another plant on the air and moving around with a pot? I am not sure. Somehow I feel our positions are getting alike.