• I
  • Father
  • Clouds
  • House of Silence
  • Noon
  • The Miracle
  • In the New Sun
  • Fist
  • The End of your Life
  • The Rains
  • Where We Live Now
  • Red Dust
  • How Much Earth
  • A Sleepless Night
  • Told
  • I Won, You Lost
  • Any Night
• II
  • Starlight
  • A Woman Waking
  • Everything
  • Holding On
  • Songs
  • Montjuich
  • Nitrate
  • Making It New
  • The Red Shirt
  • The Helmet
  • On a Drawing by Flavio
  • Something has Fallen
  • The Grave of the Kitchen Mouse
  • The Water's Chant
  • Ashes
  • Lost and Found

House of Silence

The winter sun, golden and tired,
settles on the irregular army
of bottles. Outside the trucks
jostle toward the open road,
outside it's Saturday afternoon,
and young women in black pass by
arm in arm. This bar
is the house of silence, and we drink
to silence without raising our voices
in the old way. We drink to doors
that don't open, to the four walls
that close their eyes, hands that run,
fingers that count change, toes
that add up to ten. Suspended
as we are between our business
and our rest, we feel the sudden peace
of wine and the agony of stale bread.
Columbus sailed from here 30 years ago
and never wrote home. On Saturdays
like this the phone still rings for him.