A small thing

with Reka Jellema



A small thing is a memory
the day to day smoothed
of its splinters

A tiny elephant
carved from mahogany
its wooden grace

A tea bag scented
with Bergamot or
the whorls of a marble

A paperclip bent just so,
and never moved since
the tearing of the pages

The low sung gong
of a tone coaxed
from a singing bowl

The smallest thing
becomes a song

that sings
on remembering
and rings
On, dividing
and dividing


Written with Reka Jellema

© Reka Jellema & Brendan Bonsack
March 2015