When the Thunder Falls

When the thunder falls,
I see a ghostly silver finger
that is shameless of his crime
to be committed - the womb for stars
torn, drained of colorless blood;
in panic tremors the night sky
cries for the birth of the Sun.
And I, a frightened child,
fold my limbs quietly
to fit in my mother’s arms
- so did I before my time starts,
in her womb. Soon will
the room be illumined by lightning,
so be my mother’s dream:
It folds, gently,
into the shape of a keyhole,
for which I am the blank space that unlocks
all the nights where she was alone,
all - when the thunder falls.
Frightened too. Praying.
The storm blasted aside her.
She too was once an embryo in this room
until her birth as a mother
when I was born. Behind the smoke
she grows her motherly arms
like an oak - when the thunder falls.

(Below is Chinese translation)

《那时雷声正落》

那时雷声正落，
我看见一根幽祟的银手指
毫不知耻地犯下罪行：
孕育着星的子宫被撕开
无色的血流出；
惊惧的颤动中夜空为
太阳的诞下而恸哭。
而我，一个惶恐的孩子，
悄悄地折起四肢
以藏进母亲的臂膀
——如同我的生命还未开始计时，
在她的腔室。很快
房间将被闪电照亮，
它也要照亮母亲的梦：
它温柔地折叠，
变成一枚钥匙孔，
而我是用以解锁的空白，
解开所有她孤身的夜晚，
所有的夜——那时雷声正落。
同样惊惶。祈祷。
风雨在她身边呼啸。
她也曾是这屋中的一只胚苞
直到我出生，
她也作为母亲出生。烟幕后
她生长她母亲般的臂膀
如同橡树——那时雷声正落。