Cradle the heads of pineapples
dusted with ash; go from one
statue in the garden to another
to make sure which ones are animals
not completely turned to stone.
Rub the hem of the Virgin's
robe to see if she can remember
at least two words for blue.
Understand that what burns
in the sky has come up
through the earth from long
before you. So when your tears
make tracks on the floured table
of your cheeks, remember how far
away stars are from the wounds
that made them. Pray for rain,
for the earth to finish rocking.
Sparks flare; wings darken the skies
and the blacksmith sees how, after
the blows, his hands are still shaking.