I Am A Miniaturist
Try to look. Just try and see.
- Charlotte Delbo
Eye to I
How long does it take to be at peace
with living framed in my own locket
to see small, make and love small things?
A moment, an instant?
Running-hands-through-hair time?
Bread-dough-rising time?
How long?
Mend scratches on the heart,
stitch mirror sequins on baby hats,
count tiny madrone bell flowers,
and take home the peeling bark
to boil, write alphabets on bay leaves
and love letters on postcards,
make an owl that fits on a thumb
and collect jacaranda seeds and seashells,
enter narrow backdoors to kitchens,
draw faces the size of postage stamps
with tiny circles and dashes
revealing and concealing again;
their weight has nothing to do with scale.