
朝靄のすれ違い
朝靄の中、
言葉も交わさず
すれ違う二つの船。
遠いどこかで
顔を合わせたことが
あったのかもしれない。
その想像だけが、
青をひそかに
広げていく。
— atch-k
Passing in the Morning Haze
In the morning mist,
two vessels pass,
never exchanging a word.
Somewhere, far from here,
their paths
may have crossed before.
Only that thought
quietly widens
the blue around them.
just is.
— atch-k

