through the darkness, there was light. if i squinted. |
Bring me the colour purple in its rawest form And the Ukrainian words that my grandmother once used The pearl that fell from my lost necklace Bring me the fifteenth summer Or my first birthday My father's best days Bring me the rose that a stranger stole from that vase Before I solved his bluest mysteries And the frog that lived in our broken old hot tub The last song I ever learned to play And a grain of sand from the Arrow Lakes Bring me, if you please, the flakes of green in my first love's eyes Or the way that my grandfather used to be The piece of builder's tape I used to fix my broken ballet slipper That they spotted all the way from the lighting booth And a root beer lollipop From that day spent with a runaway lapdog Bring me a freckle off the cheek of my best friend A piece of seaweed that lies under that broken board of the pier And a lucky penny found on a theatre floor My sister's favourite porcelain figurine I think it was a deer Or a speck of fibreglass from the insulation in my attic Bring me the photograph of us among the vines And a single ring from the chain-link collar of a guardian angel Find me the dragonfly that my aunt has painted on her skin Bring me the good things. |