6:30 am
Early morning mass:
San Pedro
1

A single sunbeam descends.
Sharp blade of a heliocentric sword,
it shatters the chapel’s dark:
fragments of light
stained with glazed colors.
A pallid lily truncated
by the dawn’s pearly light,
the young widow
kneels in prayer.
Her head wears a halo.
Her pilgrim palm
presses into the granite
forcing cold stone
into warm fingers.
Flesh clutches
the statue’s marble hand:
a maze of human veins
— petrus / piedra —
this church now a rock.
2
Outside the church,
a boy pierces his lips
with a cruel spine of cactus.
The witch doctor
catches the warm blood
in a shining bowl
and blesses the girl
who kneels before him.
On her head she carries
a basket filled with flowers
and heavy stones.
He sprinkles it
with blood.

She will carry
this basket on her head
until the evening shadows
finally weigh
and she lays her burden
down.
3
Cobbles clatter beneath walking feet:

when the stones grow tongues,
will they speak the languages
in which we dream?





