스크랩 우주의 방랑자 가을에 접어드는 처서의 서정

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우주의 방랑자 가을에 접어드는 처서의 서정


처서가 지나니 

한결 날씨가 아침저녁으로 바람이 불어 가을을 느끼게 한다
그러나 아직도 한낮은 여름이라 

시원한 가을을 느끼기 위해 

아무도 없는 새벽에 플벌레소리 들리는 공원을 산책해 본다

밤하늘 멀리 별똥별이 떨어지고 샛별인 금성이 빛난다 
검은 칡흙 같은 밤하늘에 은하수가 아름답게 하늘을 수놓고 있다

난 어디서 와서 

이렇게 조그마한 행성인 지구에서 살다가 어디로 가는 걸까 
저 은하수 먼 별에서 난 이곳으로 여행온 방랑자이지 않을까

사색은 내 존재를

살아있음을 확인하고 

난 우주의 고아가 되어 은하수를 떠돌다 

이곳에 안착해 살고 있는 걸까

무수한 상념과 생각들이 내 머리를 스쳐간다
갑자기 나타나 자취 없이 사라지는 별똥별같이 

난 우주의 방랑자가 되어 지구라는 행성에서 잠시 머물러 살다가 사라져 

백 년의 긴 기간이 지나 흔적 없이 사라지는 공기와 같은 존재란 말인가 

사색의 끝머리에 공허와 허무가 날 감싼다
가을의 풀벌레소리에

난 먼 별의 먼 시간의 태곳적 원시의 향수를 느끼게 하기에 충분하다

인간은 어차피 유한한 생명체라 

내 사고는 밤하늘의 아름다운 은하수를 끝없이 날지만 

그 끝에도 

난 무한한 생명체가 아닌 

유한한 우주의 방랑자일 수밖에 없다는 게 

눈시울을 붉히게 한다

한려수

The Wanderer of the Universe, A Poetic Reflection as Autumn Unfolds

As autumn arrives and passes,

The weather shifts noticeably, with breezes whispering morning and evening, Yet, midday still holds the remnants of summer's grasp.

To truly sense the crisp autumn air,

I take a stroll through the deserted park, where the pre-dawn chorus of crickets fills the air.

Across the night sky, shooting stars streak afar, while the morning star, Venus, radiantly gleams, Amidst the night's obsidian canvas, the Milky Way weaves a tapestry of beauty.

Whence have I come,

Residing momentarily on this diminutive planet, Earth, where am I bound? Could I be a vagabond traveler, journeying from yonder stars through the Milky Way?

Contemplation assures my existence,

Affirming life within me.

I become a cosmic orphan, drifting through the Milky Way, Have I settled and made this place my abode?

Countless musings and thoughts fleet through my mind, Sudden and ephemeral as shooting stars.

I, a wanderer of the universe, dwell briefly upon Earth, only to vanish, Like a wisp of air that disappears without trace after a century's passage.

At the culmination of contemplation, emptiness and insignificance enshroud me, Amidst the autumnal chorus of crickets,

Sufficient to evoke the ancient nostalgia of distant stars and epochs, A reminder of primordial scents from far-flung galaxies and ages long past.

For humans are, inevitably, finite beings,

My thoughts may traverse the celestial Milky Way endlessly, Yet, at its conclusion,

I remain naught but a finite wanderer of the infinite cosmos,

A truth that tinges my eyes with crimson tears.

hanryusoo