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Standing Stones

everything I want to tell you son Is that you should go through suffering 
         If you come to its shore if its shore comes to you Enter its night 
                               
and let yourself 
                                                                                                
sink 
                   
its gulp may drink you down its foam overwhelm you Let go let yourself go 
Everything I want to tell you son On the other side of suffering 
                                                                         
Another shore lies 
there you will find great stone slabs One of these bears your carved form 
             
etched with your ancient mark Where you in your fullness will
                                   fit exactly 

these are not tombs son They are standing stones with their small 
                                                                              
engraved suns 
                                                           
and their crevices and cracks 

 

"Piedras de reposo," originally published in Cuerpo y Paréntesis del estupor, Mexico: Mantis Editores/ Universidad de Nuevo Léon, 2011. By arrangement with the author. Translation © 2014 by Catherine Hammond