***[We'd haughtily agreed] Poem by Veronika Kivisilla

We'd haughtily agreed
we'd have nothing to do with each other
saying significantly
that we do not play with electricity

but coming through the tunnel
from Old Town to board a train
I slipped
and clutched your hand for a moment
so that the ground would not really
slip out from under my feet

for a split second, bright electricity
flashed back from
the tunnel walls
the short-circuit lasted
a deceptive split infinity
in our long, coiled
mess of wires

Translated from Estonian by Adam Cullen