포말이 흩어지면 When the Foam Scatters
2022
박언주
바닷가에 갔다
거기에 그대가 있다고 해서
포말은 흩어지고
여름이라고 해서
우리는 딱 한 걸음 떨어져서 바닷가를 걸었다
그러면 아는 사이가 되었다
그대는 신발을 벗었다
달리기 시합을 했고 석양이
무르익었다
우리는 빠르게 달리지 못했다 다만 모래 속으로
푹푹 빠졌다
뜨거운 건
표면 뿐이었고
모래 깊숙히 발을 담그면 그대는
웃지 않았다
카메라를 꺼냈는데
뷰파인더에는 어제를 가로지르는 그대만 보였고
그대는 신발을
잃어버렸다 그건 내일의 일이었다
Eonju Park
I went to the seaside,
because they said you were there.
The foam scattered.
It was summer,
and so we walked the shoreline a step apart.
That was enough to make us familiar.
You took off your shoes,
we raced each other,
and the sunset ripened.
We couldn’t run fast;
we only sank, deep into the sand.
It was only the surface
that burned hot—
when you buried your feet in the cool,
you did not smile.
I took out my camera.
Through the viewfinder,
there was only you,
cutting across yesterday.
You lost your shoes.
But that was tomorrow’s story.