There But for the Grace

It could have happened.
It had to happen.
It happened sooner. Later.
Nearer. Farther.
It happened not to you.

You survived because you were the first.
You survived because you were the last.
Because you were alone. Because of people.
Because you turned left. Because you turned right.
Because rain fell. Because a shadow fell.
Because sunny weather prevailed.

Luckily there was a wood.
Luckily there were no trees.
Luckily there was a rail, a hook, a beam, a brake,
a frame, a bend, a millimeter, a second.
Luckily a straw was floating on the surface.
Thanks to, because, and yet, in spite of.
What would have happened had not a hand, a foot,
by a step, a hairsbreadth
by sheer coincidence.

So, you're here? Straight from a moment still ajar?
The net had one eyehole, and you got through it?
There's no end to my wonder, my silence.
Listen how fast your heart beats in me.

- Wislawa Szymborska （维斯拉瓦·辛波丝卡）
连接：诗人网-辛波丝卡(Wislawa Szymborska)诗选

今天的日记： 

今天起来以后，吸了尘，拿出了衣柜里的新床单被单，将大房间布置好留给那位可能来到的“不速之客“。
甚至还专门去了趟超市，连车都洗干净了。
至于这个“不速之客”到底是个什么样的人呢，是个很有趣的故事。

昨天半夜我收到了一封邮件，上面说：
"2007年8月5日早上7点20分，我会到悉尼金士福德史密斯国际机场。再与你确认一次，航班号QF022。如果我见不到你，我就在悉尼这鬼一般的冰天雪地里冻死。"
看到这封信的时候我差点从椅子上摔了下来。

我没有回复，但我决定8月5日上午去金士福德史密斯国际机场尝一下那里的咖啡。
如果那人真的来了，我会带他去海边吃澳式早餐。
如果他没来，我就自己回家，继续睡觉、做梦。