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