<p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b style="font-size:22px;">思念的洄漩</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b style="font-size:22px;">文/徐绍龙</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">我胸腔里豢养着暗流</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">它总在子夜涨潮</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">当整座城市沉入釉面般的睡眠</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">那些未寄的信笺便苏醒</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">在肋骨围成的港汊里</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">打着旋涡游荡</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">有些话沉得太深了</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">变成水草缠住锚链</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">有些词锈得太久了</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">凝成藤壶附满船舷</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">我该怎样打捞呢</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">当所有明亮的表达</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">都在下坠途中散作浪花</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">沉向更冷的渊面</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">于是我在瓷瓶里封存晨露</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">在陶罐里腌渍星焰</span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">每个容器都贴着你的名姓</span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">可它们渐渐蓄满咸涩</span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">终于胀裂成</span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">一捧碎光沉入深水</span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">像那年你松开手时</span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">坠落的蓝纽扣</span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">在台阶上弹跳着消逝</span></span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">原来思念是座缓慢的沉船</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">所有未递达的言语</span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">都成为压舱的礁石</span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">当月光穿透锈蚀的舷窗</span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">照见空荡的舱室</span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">才懂得最汹涌的</span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">恰是这无声的洄漩</span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">它不冲刷堤岸</span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">只将我的形体</span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">蚀刻成中空的残舵</span></span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">而当我终于学会屏息下潜</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">在绝对的幽暗里</span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">触到那温热的沉没物</span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">没有轮廓的</span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">没有重量的</span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">一片纯粹的蓝</span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">正以水的姿态</span></span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor">永恒地拥抱着我</span></span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">图片来自生活</span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:22px;">灵感源自心底</span></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:18px;">作者简介</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:18px;"><span class="ql-cursor">作者：徐绍龙 网名：淡如水</span></span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:18px;"><span class="ql-cursor">中国辽宁丹东人，半生漂泊，在江苏和海外工作生活多年，是《爪哇文学》创刊人，《爱的馨声》《爱的馨园》微刊主编。在多家媒体和网络平台发表诗歌、散文等作品。</span></span></p>