어느해 2월, 소록도

 

 

 

 

 

 

Christopher John Ball - Pinmos                              

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                     바람만 메웠다.

                                                                                                                                     무언가 상실의 예감에

                                                                                                                                     바다는 보이지 않았고

                                                                                                                                     웡웡. 낮은 칼바람만

                                                                                                                                     귀를 내리쳤다.

 

                                                                                                                                     아름다워 눈물이 솟던

                                                                                                                                     드러난 평화로움

                                                                                                                                     뭉뚝한 얼굴이 튀어나와

                                                                                                                                     손가락을 발가락을, 나 몰래

                                                                                                                                     잘라갈 것 같았다.

 

                                                                                                                                     바람이 소리를 높여가도

                                                                                                                                     시선은 잡을 수 없었고

                                                                                                                                     무거운 정지 속에

                                                                                                                                     거울로 가꾸어진 반듯함이

                                                                                                                                     소망으로 눈물을 절였다.

 

                                                                                                                                     사람이 되고 싶다.

                                                                                                                                     벰, 베라, 베로가 떠올랐고

                                                                                                                                     죽어지지 않는

                                                                                                                                     사람에 그리움이 엉겨와

                                                                                                                                     발을 떼지 못했다.

 

                                                                                                                                     나도 버리자고

                                                                                                                                     더듬어간 서러운 껍질이

                                                                                                                                     나였는지, 너였는지.

                                                                                                                                     아무 말도 하지 않았고

                                                                                                                                     밤새 두드리며 울던 바람

 

                                                                                                                                     똑같이 따로 확인한

                                                                                                                                     사랑은 각자의 생채기 속에

                                                                                                                                     허무는 소리를 들었다.

                                                                                                                                     상실이 확인한 상실이

                                                                                                                                     숨어든 문둥이가 되었다.

 

                                                                                                                                     그저 보면 아름다운 섬

                                                                                                                                     고름으로 꽃이 피고

                                                                                                                                     단절로 반듯해 보이는

                                                                                                                                     절망의 소록도

                                                                                                                                     바람만 평등했었다, 그날.

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                     어느해 2월, 소록도  2003-08-30

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

           

 

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