Diamonds on St. Joseph
That twinkling sidewalk
those diamonds on St. Joseph
You told me once, are broken-up glass
We would walk down that street
And others like it
And every time you told me,
it was new
new diamonds, new twinkles
I used to be taller then,
straighter; almost as tall as you.
My hair was blacker
and bouncier and my waist fit in the
space of your open hands
The days have been grey lately
It’s cold but it hasn’t really snowed
And some trees still try to hang on
to their dead leaves
There’s mud in the field
And the wind pushes me back and forth.
It’s been great
But tonight, on St. Joseph
there were diamonds
cut up glass
Made sparkly and shining
And they brought me back to you
From a collection to be entitled
My Life’s a String and I’m a Balloon
from the section
“And love, love is my helium”.
This one is out of the vault ... written when I was a student at the University of Toronto (UC '85).
I submitted a collection to the Norma Epstein competition in third year, and was awarded the Poetry Prize.
The collection is housed in the Laidlaw Library at University College, U of T.
I decided not to edit the poem for this website (or remove the romantic-notioned footnote!)