It is all that surrounds me,
clinging to the rough callouses on my feet,
the trembling tips of my fingers,
and blending with the grey flakes that
rain from the sky.
Suddenly, a lick of light
a stuttering flame
grows from the blackness
and spreads, coughing up
pieces and bits that melt together.
The flame tenderly glues them back into
solid forms that finally become the shapes of
chairs, pictures, a bed
dozens upon dozens of books that are all
The light travels across these objects,
checking on their progress
while making its way towards me.
It narrows down
hands held out in anticipation
of what is to happen next.
Sure enough, it greets me warmly
curling in to a little ball
and allowing itself to be cocooned
in the little silver box
I’m holding hesitantly between my fingers.