hollow oak

Her soul
was like a hollowed-out oak

that responds to the slightest tap
with the dull echo
of something that is without substance

yet it is something

that creatures nest in
and that fills to the brim
with rain water and snow

where moss grows
and leaves fall
and spiders weave their webs

something that stands still
and collects other things 
inside of it,
absorbing them and 
containing them.