Her loneliness said return, but by then the dam covered the canyon
with its dark cloth. Standing on the precipice, she remembered everything:
how once, she was a girl who lay on her back in a barn, and the canyon
filled with sky, a sea whose fish were named sparrow, swallow, osprey, owl.
An old man opened his door and she walked in.
How the windows broke the sky into pieces. How daisies’ hard spines
cracked the dirt...
Pamela Porter’s poems have won the Vallum Magazine Poem of the Year Award, the Prism International Grand Prize for Poetry, the FreeFall Magazine Poetry Prize and the Malahat Review 50th Anniversary Poetry Prize. Her third book of poetry, Cathedral (Ronsdale Press, 2010), was shortlisted for the Pat Lowther Award.
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