국제PEN한국본부 광주광역시위원회

모자 쓴 달김성룡 구름 뒤에 숨고 싶은 날달은 모자를 챙기는 버릇이 생겼어어느 쪽으로 기울어진 것인지 내키지 않았고뒷모습의 그늘만 다가서곤 하였지그믐날의 동자봉 오솔길, 모자는소리 없이 듣는 어둠을 홀로 터득거려야 했어불면의 허공 궁싯거린 날엔얼굴은 어김없이 반쪽이었고구름의 언저리 콧노래 명랑하다 싶으면상현은 맥박이 벅차오르고 있었지일순간 자전이 멈춰버린 듯동면의 월식 밀려드는 날은 시름 하는하루의 끝이 보이질 않아모자는 서둘러 발길을 거두어야 했지우기의 우유니 사막을 찾아 떠날 수 없어막막한 날이면 안경 너머 침묵은영산강 산책로를 모자와 걷고 또 걸었지가슴비 흐르고 억새 하얗게 부서지는 둔치모자가 삿갓처럼 깊었으면 바람길에낮달과 모자는 종일 하나였지The Moon with a Hat onKim Seong-ryong During the day he wants to hide behind the cloudsThe moon has a habit of taking his hatWithout caring which way it is tiltedIt used to only come close to the shadow behind the backAt the path to Dongjabong Mountain at the end of the month, the moon,Had to understand how to hear the darkness that comes silently for himself.When it tosses and turns sleepless in bed,Its face was reduced half.When it is cheerful and humming around the clouds,The waxing crescent moon’s pulse was rising high.The days when the lunar eclipse of hibernation is in full swing just as the rotation seems to have stopped for a moment, as I can't see the end of the day full of worries,The hat had to stop its journey.On a vague day when I cannot begin my journey to the desert to find the milk in the rainy season,The silence beyond my glasses,Walked and walked with my hat along the Yeongsan River promenade.At the river bank where the heart rain flows and the silver grass breaks white,If the hat were as deep as a satgat, on the wind road,The day moon and hat were one all day long.