The Start
Eye Rose Today
@ The Time of My Birth
to hear the subtle waves
through My Bathroom Window —
It’s still dark out
but I write by My Beside Light
and decide to return
the lipstick Eye chose
to wear
for My Opening
Eye Rose Today
@ The Time of My Birth
to hear the subtle waves
through My Bathroom Window —
It’s still dark out
but I write by My Beside Light
and decide to return
the lipstick Eye chose
to wear
for My Opening
On My First Outing
with Dr Blair, after
showing him My Aquarium Mural
on the ceiling of the IWK* burn unit —
and going to Tim Horton’s —
Eye lay on the grass
of a Halifax park
to look into His Eyes of Blue:
“Do you think I am
The Second Coming of Christ?”
Eye hesitantly asked —
“No,” he said
“You’re a cheap date.”
*Isaac Walton Killam Children’s Hospital
and Eye am The Grit —
the contaminant, the irritant
and layer by layer
Eye will come out
Gleaming
Eye have My Window Open
to breathe the air of night
in Eye let the gusts of wind
to scare away My Fright
I am alone, yes, I say
but to what end Eye see
that by My Self I will live
and be forever free
Eye have risen from The Vision
of standing on a big wide beach
around here somewhere
with no one there but Me
and as I stood at the edge of no waves
I felt that I was The Contaminant
and Eye called out, and out
to My Daughter Eliza
—- Eye have re-created The Holy Trinity:
God The Mother, Daughter and The Holy Ghost
Here is an artist’s note on the back of her painting
found at the Salvation Army in Yarmouth, Nova Scotia:
“Jim, Here is the painting that you forgot to take with you on Saturday. I hope you like it! Hope to see you again soon.
From, Robin”
Robin MacGillavray ’99
When Eye was a child
I decided The Bathroom
was My Favorite Room —
that if the house blew apart
in a hurricane
It was The Bathroom
Eye would live in —
& I would sleep in the tub
Eye painted a Wave
once
on a lobster crate slat
and It came out perfect
with the dazzle of Silver
sparkling off Its edge
to catch My Eye this morning
here in My Corner Room
where Eye live in My House
to think
and to look at The Sun’s Molten Light
gleaming to Me
from The Sea of My Existence
Dr Blair will you please
claim the life
of Your Dead Computer —
Eye do not want It
Hulking up My Work Table
Eye do not want It