Peters Bruveris

Black Depths

Black cloud, covering the bulb,
injecting fright into the aquarium: your absence

Creator, clinks in the emptied glasses;
black cloud above a mute world,
rumbling whispers in the webs of outer-world spiders;
when I go off into absence,
let only eyes of carp follow me
and the shy glimmer of little golden fish.

— translated from the Latvian by Inara Cedrins