We’ve been playing with bottle caps:
The remnants of a craft project
intended to upcycle them into earrings.
Instead, those sharp dangers
sat, piled in a glass, waiting.
My son found them,
shiny and small, perfect for
holding, sorting, putting,
pouring them into another small container,
and they sang, a clang, a jingle, a ding, ding, ding.
Now I sit. I sort, I pour,
my dream of earrings gone,
a weight resting on my lap.
How he strengthens and reveals,
though a small container he is.
Sara Dutilly has written all kinds of things including newspaper articles and advertising copy, but now she knows that her heart desires more creativity than those professions allow. She stays at home with her three children who wake her up early and challenge her to look at life from all angles, namely while bouncing and hanging upside down. Apparently these angles are working for her because her first piece of published fiction appeared last year in r.k.v.r.y. Quarterly Journal and was nominated for a Pushcart Prize.