Rocks

Roberta Iannamico

There used to be rocks
big and wild
along the path
to the mountain
the rocks are so hard
they don’t need skin
although water leaves its mark
a soft skin
and the wind
a kind of chicken skin
in the shade they’re cold
and they’re warm in the sun
there’s one the shape of a shoe
or a dog’s head
and another the shape of a frog
which is one of the most common shapes
among the rocks
a tree grew over a rock
it attached itself to her
and took her exact form
the root couldn’t enter
like it could the earth
a tree that lived off the rain
or the air
or love for its rock.

          Translated from the Spanish by Alexis Almeida