Her Head Is Full of Poems

The Virgin de Pilar

She holds up the pillars—
Silent reminder to
raise the roof,
let the sky in
if the air be heavy or free,
let the clouds pass by,
if the wind be tender or sharp.
She lifts her arms in praise.
Hold it up.
Keep it up.
Make it up.
Love won’t stop.
In the ground,
Lay it down.
Turn it round.
Hold it up.
Love won’t stop.