lightening never leaves

by Anna Glazova
translated by Alex Niemi

lightening never leaves
once it’s called on the hollow of a tree.
empty space crumbles within,
and lichen begins to grow without water,
dry and strange in the black walls.

those who settle there are precisely those you
cannot see.

and mysteries are fulfilled:
birth of light from nothing
and birth from frost.
the death of a deep body that holds a furry
moon.