Piedras Platas

It's not easy weaving a sheet 
out of silence; can you imagine
how much harder it is to build
      an entire house this way? I don't  
know what month it is. Perhaps  
if I did, we'd remember where  
the bird was supposed to go that we
      were meant to follow. Perhaps
all the things that went to sleep
or turned to stone would wake up
and we didn't need to score
      a line of pain on each palm
to keep awake in case our time
of liberation finally arrived.